A Monster They Couldn't Destroy (The Preacher) The true targets of His justice Were not the youngsters who suffered from its claws But rather their parents who had failed them so miserably By their disorderly cause It's only with Scripture that we ourselves can arm For swords or bullets will do it no harm (The Lover) I remember the day he said They may come and make threats are your doors When you find yourself in dread Leave this land and head for British shores (The Lover) I remember the day he said They may come and make threats at your doors When you find yourself in dread Leave this land and head for British shores Whatever happens I will always be yours Yet foreboding times are lying ahead You'll have to wait however hard our love deplores One day our life together may come instead (The Hunter) Could it be just a wolf that struck our nation Or was more at hand that caused this aggression? (The Farmer) It crossed a river erect on its hind paws It looked like witchery, defying nature's laws Its screams were heard from forest edge to caverns deep Its eyes peered through the dark as if never sleep Three Silver Bullets (The Scholar) I used to blame it on our appetite for exotica Or on a remnant of prehistoric times But after I met these people, an ever growing enigma Could there exist such supernatural crimes? (The Farmer) I prepared my hunt with blessings of a priest These three silver bullets, I say Beast "You will eat no more!" "No More!" (The Hunter) We shot the beast, blood everywhere We followed the trace There lies a man Could it be its first male victim? Royal troops surround us Pushing us away (Last diary entry by F. Morenas) "I've heard that where we shot that man, a strange stone was found, carved with unreadable markings. Grass won't grow there anymore. Instead it grew reddish, and no animal wants to eat it. People say that a dark figure haunts this place, Restless, hidden in the shadows. Some nights a sad moan can be heard. As if waiting for something, or someone." (Letter written by A. Lavoisier to Governeur Ballainvilliers) I condemn the way I was treated by your men This man Antoine, the royal gun-bearer made false claims of shooting a large wolf But we saw a man, killed or deadly wounded I've learned this wolf was embalmed and shipped with haste to the king's court (Letter written by G.F. de Choiseul-Beaupré to Abbé P. Pourcher) I gave my children their last chance I looked death in the eyes This demon is real, there will be no absolution May the Lord forgive their secret substitution (Last diary entry by J.B. Duhamel) We retreated to my home Tired and baffled Followed by men Bearing royal marks Following our steps Eyes are watchiing What dark secrets did we unveil?