Victims के बोल

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