Savages of the nigh

I will awake before the horizon
My Nose is running,
My feet are cold
Swim across the pastures
fields of gold
Chase the wind on this day
Sift through the clouds
But wait! Stop that man ,
He goes on a killing spree
Full of anger and lust
To think his kind has come from dust

You sleep beyond the midday sun
I am gone to the wild,
You mouth is on fire.
With a passion it burns
On the night the savage returns