Victims

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 plees
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

seeking out my victims
laughing at their plees
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