Beneath Moonlight

This black cloud which was once merely looming, Now comes as swift as a bolt of thunder, With Devil's power, a blood pact blasphemy Beneath witchcraft is man's mortality Magic, Hellfire, Sin and Decay The empire faces destruction With the power of God which I wield I shall make them yield I will ensure that they are crushed and will suffer I will make them see, the great Heinrich Kramer will prevail The hammer of the witch is imminent A call to arms, to the men who entrust God I, as their leader in this great hunt They will praise me as their savior Desperate times, desperate measures But, no questions will there be We must contain thee We must smite thee And only then, shall we be free On the printed page I speak His word I am His Vessel None before god None before me Disagree and fall below Thou shalt not suffer a witch to live!

I have been chosen - His holiest son - to rid the world of blasphemy and impurity. I am the Hammer of God, sent to burn those who conspire against His kingdom. None shall be spared under the watchful eyes of our Lord. Witches and all turncoats will be set ablaze. All who practice foulest magics will burn. Only those who are pure, devout, and in His image will survive His Inquisition. I gaze upon this wretched flock in pure disgust as they sacrifice their souls for a chance to kneel before he who brings upon the end. As they pucker their mouths for their kiss of shame, I shall shout to the heavens and demand their demise. An oath is sworn to Satan himself, dancing naked by the fires, to summon the diabolical demons of the underworld. To seduce and torment those who serve the lord God, only to watch the world crumble and fall. I shall not bear it. I shall do what I must. To save humanity, I will do anything. A death filled with pain. It is not for my pleasure, though it does please me. It is what they deserve. I hear the voice of God - he orders me to purify this kingdom. I must bring light to the darkness.

Under the black skies, a full moon rises, A deafening silence surrounds me, The church has forsaken me and left me to suffer endless torment I stand alone on this pentagram, prepared to meet my end I beckon the holy spirit, rosary tightly in my grasp The witches surround me, it is time to meet my maker Let them kill me, My limbs outstretched, Behind my back my hands are bound, The strappados creak as they prepare to raise me to the heavens, Death is coming fast, and I am ready "Dog-man, stay. Your terror comes at a price. Under the moon's glow Your true self will be revealed." I awaken, my memory is a blur, Yet I am still here, I am alone on their pentagram once again, Have I been spared? Or have I purged the black magic which faced me? Oh no, what is that feeling inside my head?

This pain in my head. Every time that damned bell rings. Agony! I collapse on the ground, writhing in pain as my head pulses, My body feels like it’s covered in vermin. The itching, oh the itching I’m vibrating, bones feel like they’re ready to burst out of my flesh Fingers begin to peel, My nails burst into hideous claws, Teeth growing sharp like a hellbeast I can smell the heinous stench of my breath Oh, what a rotten smell it is Body feels like it’s on fire, curse you all witches, Damn you to hell Tufts of fur sprout from my flesh. Just like a dogman, as the witch said. Robes are ripping, bones are cracking. Ears are piecing with every sound Oh Lord. I have truly been forsaken. There’s a mutiny in Heaven, I should have been left to die Chosen to be the hammer of god, now cursed to be this blasphemous beast. Beneath moonlight, What have I become? Damned be these witches, and damned be my God. A hideous monstrosity I can not live like this, I must seek a cure Beneath moonlight, I shall be man once more.