I become awake one night
I could feel it grow, I become it
The fangs, the horns

All of it

I now live by my own creed
Following my own path

My steps are taking me closer to the troth
My troth

Some people are looking at me like a demon
A creature from the abyss

In the forest at night I speak to the stars
For guidance, for refuge

I will follow the path of me, the one I find for my self
Not the righthand way, not he lefthand way

I am evil
I am good
I am a human

I not better or worse than you
We are the same, if you look

But many see me as the devil
Because my way

So way shouldn’t I?