Soon I feel the power Surging through my soul I feel a hatred deep and pure No bloodshed could console Now the change becomes me My terror grows within And as I scream for vengeance I start my life of sin Seeking out my victims Laughing at their pless What care I when I am The victim of lycantropy Suddenly I sniff your scent Your blood smells so sweet I lust to feast upon your heart And on your raw red meat Springing from the shadows I'm ripping out your brain Your body flails in torment And thrashes from the pain Springing from the shadows I'm ripping out your brain Your body flails in torment And thrashes from the pain Seeking out my victims Laughing at their pless What care I when I am The victim of lycantropy Next time heed the warnings When night comes soon Don't ever walk into wood Beneath the full white moon
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