The Lycanthrope

Running Chasing Snarling Growling
Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling
In The Shadows He Is Roaming
Prehensile Jaws - His Mouth Is Foaming

Feast On Prey Destroy The Enemy
With Unbridled Force And Sheer Ferocity
An Act Of Fate Is The Only Hope
For Man Alone Has Not The Power To Kill The Lycanthrope

Running Chasing Snarling Growling
Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling
No Way To Return No Chance To Go Back
This Insatiable Creature Is On The Attack

Feast On Prey Destroy The Enemy
With Unbridled Force And Sheer Ferocity
An Act Of Fate Is The Only Hope
For Man Alone Has Not The Power To Kill The Lycanthrope

The Blood Soaked Fur Is Wet With Death
A Warm Embrace Of Lethal Breath
No One Is Safe No One Can Hide
From The Slave Of Lunar Tides

Running Chasing Snarling Growling
Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling
No Way To Return No Chance To Go Back
This Insatiable Creature Is On The Attack