Tyrant Wolfish

The same flesh who feeds
Could steal your dreams, bury your mind
And when planted the fulmoon seeds
What immanates light will fall in the shades
That one who inspires confidence
Will betray it!

Those who rest beneath my arms
Will know what I know
Will feel what I feel
But not more than this, therefore a tyrant
It's of itself from itself!

You will take my name in its mouth, will propagate my pack of hounds!

SURROUNDED BY GREAT MOUNTAINS
YELPING IN YOUR LONGEST HONOUR!