Disclaimer - All rights of the song Howl - Florence and The Machine belong soley to the artist. I do not own anything.
Screaming in the dark, a howl rings through the dark, fingers clawing skin. The moon breaks through the clouds, it's silver rays gracing the land below, the fog parts on the moors. Like some child possessed, a tall male tilts his head back, letting a breath whimper escape his lips, his blood beginning to boil. "The Saint's can't help me now…" Howl in the dark. Until he wraps himself in his one true mates arms, feeling his heart pumping under his skin, he would not rest. Becareful young lover, of the curse that falls on you. Starts so soft and sweet, turning them to hunters. A man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright.
The voice whispered in the back of his mind, warning him, telling him not to venture further to the precipace. No longer fearing the reaper, he laced his fingers throught his short silver hair. "The beast howls in my veins…I want to find you, tear out all your tenderness…" He cried out, feeling his spine shift as he let loose a pained howl. "If you could only see the beast you've made of me. I held it in, but now it seems you've set it running free. The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground."
He broke off into a run as his hunger began to grow, something about the crazed look in his eyes set fire to the beast in his heart, burning through his soul as a red light began to surround his body. "Now there's no holding back, I'm making to attack My blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out. The saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallow'd ground."
With that…he vanished into the night..