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What happens to me when the moon shines |
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Which morbid longing is tormenting me |
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That greed for blood, so fresh and still warm |
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That lust to creep through the nocturnal forest |
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Hunting to satisfy my mysterious greed |
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Ah... that pain |
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I can't stand it anymore |
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I must go out: in the night |
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Cold winds whip my naked skin |
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When I enter the freezing darkness |
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But the hunger forces me out |
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Out in the streets, I take in the scent |
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Bloodlust under frozen skies |
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My teeth want to rip the victim's flesh |
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And my tongue wants to taste the juice of life |
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Ah... what a great feeling! |
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The odor of death is for what I'm living for |
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My nocturnal howling under the grey moon |
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Forces of unnatural silence over the night |
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Embraced by lycanthropy's spell: |
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The eyes of my victim are still opened |
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Distorted because of the horror they saw in the end |
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There is no mercy in my wolf heart |
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Only that magic, which forces me out at night |
