Victims — Crematory

Soon I feel the power Surging through my soul I feel a hatred deep and pure No bloodshed could console

Now the change becomes me My terror grows within And as I scream for vengeance I start my life of sin

Seeking out my victims Laughing at their pless What care I when I am The victim of lycantropy

Suddenly I sniff your scent Your blood smells so sweet I lust to feast upon your heart And on your raw red meat

Springing from the shadows I'm ripping out your brain Your body flails in torment And thrashes from the pain

Springing from the shadows I'm ripping out your brain Your body flails in torment And thrashes from the pain

Seeking out my victims Laughing at their pless What care I when I am The victim of lycantropy

Next time heed the warnings When night comes soon Don't ever walk into wood Beneath the full white moon