An ancient temple in the dark
Stone worn down with the marks
from the rains that no longer fall
that marred the faces on each wall

Shadows only arched in time
and wrapped the well of the mind
filled the corners and spread out
in waves of days of fear and doubt

Here the Thycaline and its spawn
came to rest and hide from dawn
Marked like the temple with their stripes
like painted shadows in moonlight

Through the junction of the stars
Over the temple with the moon and Mars
A power deep and purpose true
came to change Thycaline too

The mirror of man but heart of the beast
walks on two legs toward the east
and in the wilds wears their skin
This is where retribution begins