Phantasm
Lycanthropy
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
From Letras Mania