Of wolven breed I am and this creature am I
 We're drawing down the moon asunder crimson skies
 Bereft with lust for the kill and pack loyalties
 We are the brood, we are the few, moving black, swift and sleak...
 (bridge)
 Stalking and shapeshifting once again
 As the disease grips at my skin
 Werebeasts capable with claw and teeth
 We hunger for human blood
 [bad word] 
 Whoah oh oh oh oh Whoah oh oh oh oh oh
 Hellbound children that go unseen
 Whoah oh oh oh oh oh Whoah oh oh oh oh oh
 Lost in the moment of lycanthropy

 The air is thick with intent as the hunt draws near
 Manimals of deadly strength, knowing no fear
 Incensed affixed by the moon full behind the trees
 We tear away at your flesh in mass carnality
 (bridge)
 [bad word] 
 (break)
 They can they?
 They can they?
 They can change their shape (x4)

 [bad word] 
 (repeat [bad word]