Sterile, I feel
The werewolf
Within growl
As silver bullets
Shoot me down
King of the Dead
I wear the crown
A providence
Irrelevant now

Into a labyrinthine position
You contort
And in your mystique
My only resort
Is a debacle of a valiant
All-out effort
To overcome the obstacle of
Your malignant sport

So in shambles, bankrupt,
I'm lulled to hope
My gamble to resurrect
Our lost love
Can still find
My Black Kingdom
Swallowed whole
By the light of your
Brilliant show alone

And as the sun slowly crescents the horizon,
I can only howl aloud my deepening sorrow