Don't **** with the one
Who has taught you all you know

Whispers of doubt
Of denial
Of assassination
Drift through the pack

I don't joke, dog
I dont play
I'll grab you by the throat
With my fangs
And I will never let go

I just want you to feel
Your throat fill with blood
White hot fangs  

The more **** you talk
The more the lust grows
Fullmoons fill me with joy
One more week until you return
One more day until you return
The night is come
A yellow harvest moon is risen over the fields
Snowflakes begin falling
Oh how your blood will look
Beneath the moon
Soaking warm on the silver snow