The cold winds of mayhem squalls through the dark and deep forest brings the smell
Of decayed flesh, intensifies this desire for murder. Cycle of werewolf... [bad word] wrath
Spawn, this night of rape and blood, I was born in the light of the fullmoon and
Baptised in the scared blood of the wolf. Cycle of werewolf... Blood ritual I draw
The circle, feel so cold, yet my desire gives me diabolical heat. now the bad moon is
On the rise... I am trapped in its blaze, hatred poisons my veins, I'm cold and my
Heart turns black, the blood moon is rising! I can't resist its infernal power, I go
Through the forest at [bad word] s pace, seek a prey, a woman to satisfy my dark desires!