Techniques Of Hell

Hunting in the night
Stalking in the shadows
You are the one who is going down
To be left for dead
Fear no more
Innocence shall bleed away
Savage eyes watch her footsteps
Beast of the night
Wants and needs from Hell
Unstoppable force breathing heavily in the twilight
Hot breath turns to steam in the chill
Fresh snow veils the ground
And reveals the prints from the beast

Moon rise high in the night sky
I can break you
Crimson glory saves me from this hunger

She lays quietly
Safe in her bed
Untouched
Awaiting
Demon outside her window
Fogging the glass
Eyes of blood
Mirror of his desire
Awaits no longer
Sight is red and affixed upon her
A mere window does not halt this behemoth
She awakens immediately
Child's scream pierces through the night

Moon rise high in the night sky
I can break you
Crimson glory saves me from this hunger

Dragged from her home
Clutched in the talons of the monster
Digging deep
Drawing forth the sweet crimson from her canescent skin
Tears fall fast
Screams ceased replaced by silent sobbing
Girl of only seven knows her inescapable fate
To the forest the beast does take her
Away from the help of family
Composure is hard to keep for this beast
Taste of sweet flesh just minutes away
Hold it together just a bit longer
Feast of the night will come soon enough

Moon rise high in the night sky
I can break you
Crimson glory saves me from this hunger

The place has come
Death waits for her now
She shivers within his arms
His fur on her skin provides no warmth
Only dismay
Its all over
She falls suddenly
Released from his grasp
Shall she run? Plead with this horrid creature?
Frigid snow burns her exposed skin
He drops to all fours still towering over her head
Crimson eyes glow somewhat under the moonlight
Hot breath reaches her senses in stale bursts

Moon rise high in the night sky
I can break you
Crimson glory saves me from this hunger

She will never leave here alive
No regrets in her young mind
But the beast awaits her movement
He wishes her to run, he wants the pursuit
Fangs as white as the snow surrounding beg for her flesh
Glinting in the moonlight, slaver dripping down
Deep growl pushes her to the edge
She stands frozen with fear
He is the perfect butchering machine
The sound of his voice in he night will be the last thing she hears
A howl to his mistress Luna sends her scammpering away
Pleasure brings a light in his eyes
And he bounds after in the chase

Moon rise high in the night sky
I can break you
Crimson glory saves me from this hunger

Flurries of white are kicked up as he chases
This sets him free
He can nearly taste her now
She feels the hot breath on her heels
Its all over now
Talons extended as he drags her down
One last shriek pierces through the perfectly silent night
It is silenced in one swift bite
Hot blood flows between his teeth
This is his ambrosia, this is what he lives for
After the first drink of her life he lays her flat in the snow
Cutting deep down her middle he brings forth her innards
He devours letting blood coat his muzzle

Moon rise high in the night sky
I can break you
Crimson glory saves me from this hunger

Perfect flawless skin becomes a delicacy
Bones grind against his stained teeth
Blood flies as he pulls at her flesh
Snow around is stained with her life now
Bliss blinds this beast from the world around
Blinds him from the torch light in the distance
He finds her heart and takes it lightly in his paw
Gazing at the perfection of the tiny thing
Such a thing gave her life, but now feeds her deaths hunger
A small morsel within his jaws
Lights come closer unknown to the blissful behemoth
Alone no more is this feast
Her father has come, following his paw prints

Moon rise high in the night sky
I can break you
Crimson glory saves me from this hunger

Bliss is broken when bow released
His roar is deafening
His anger unstoppable
Sword be drawn in vain as the beast rams into her father
His claws tear though him in seconds
The roaring never ceases
Arrow fixed in his muscle
Silver tip poisoning his blood
He cannot reach and remove the death
Trees are no help as he crashes his weight against them
He howls in vain to Luna to save him
To stop his pain, and his death
Blood being polluted by the silver

Moon rise high in the night sky
I can break you
Crimson glory saves me from this hunger

Blood is life
It shows the death
Three among the trees
Stains the perfect white of snow
Pools from her
Spread by him
His nothing but small drops
Caused by her father
Father lies in a shallow pool
The beast gives but one last whimper in the night
Redemption will not come to him
Not this night
Its all over