Dripped in blood,he stalks

Hear the unholy howling

Within the fullest moon, he walks

One bite will be a curse



Young maiden, he tears her to shreads

Her entrails are shrewn across the ground

More victims decapitated, missing heads

Torn from their torso by supernatural strength



By day, you will never find him turned into man

By the full moon, it is the night of the beast

A demon, a creature causing chaos with all he can

Death and horror are now his feeding grounds



Joins in a pack with those of his own kind

Hunters come and shoot with bullets of pure silver

Spreading the curse with poor souls they find

Only one escape from this wicked life is only death