Lycanthropy کے بول

Moon rises high Scared by its sight Hear your cry Stalk prey in the night Lust of hunger inside Caught your feast for tonight Claws cut flesh open wide As you take the first bite Running from hunters that try to kill you From killing their daughters so unbelievably true They crack you down and shoot you with lead It's not good enough I'm still not dead You run through the night like a savage Killing everyone in your sight Your rip their hearts from their body To revive the power in this night You come across your father He holds a gun to your head He wipes a tear from his eye He fires the shot your dead