I am the Wolf
 Call me the Beast
 Give me to eat
 [bad word] to appease my hunger for blood
 My hunger for flesh
 My hunger for gore
 Feed me with human hearts, entrails and fear
 Give me your pain
 I need your hate
 I need your feelings to enjoy your death
 I love your taste
 Your soul is mine
 I am the wolf lacerating your soul

 Bestial Hunt
 The smell of your sweat awakens my lust
 [bad word] to appease my hunger for blood
 My hunger for flesh
 My hunger for fore
 I am still lurking for you in the night
 This night is dark
 Your flesh is warm
 I need your feelings to enjoy your death
 I love your taste
 Your soul is mine
 I am the wolf lacerating your soul