Terra Maledieta (The Writer) Our darkest times In secluded neighborhoods Born out of a nightmarish world It stalks the marshes and woods A spectacular creature gone wild? Attacking our livelihoods Fear has stalled the daily works Trembling for what in the shadow lurks A trace of blood in its cruel path A pain inflicted by God's wrath? Fear and death, while consternations spread Every other bloodshed, for the King a fatal threat La Bête Féroce (The Preacher) "In the dark there are mysteries, and dangers lurk within the trees. These haunting eyes, they behold, and await, with death foretold." (The Writer) Too many children and women are slain The attacks all done as if with human disdain It eats the liver, the heart and the head The rest it leaves behind all turned ash red All the witnesses confirm: "It only bears a slight resemblance to the lupine form!" "There's no sign of a lupine form." Long, low, brownish color with a black stripe down its back Long tail, very big claws, as tall as a year old calf While its eyes seem to sparkle of fire, pitch black They say it listens to the devil's laughter The shepherds, fearful and alerted They only go out in groups The fairs and markets are deserted Misery and fear rule the troops "Her tracks were said to be different from those of wolves A general fear for dangerous beasts Howling into the night This ferocious beast that ravages the world Howling into the night" "There's no sign of a lupine form!"