It's the night of the living dead
All the children are tucked in bed
With the full moon I have a date
In my lycanthropitic state
I am afflicted I have been bitten
It's taking over me, lycanthropy
They devil's mark is tearing me apart
They cry of the wolf is taking over me
You'd [bad word] you'd better hide
When you're a werewold no one's on your side
AAAHHOOOOOOOOO
When I was young I was attacked by the living dead
They made me into one of them
Tear the flesh from your face
Bury you in the coldest [bad word] Takeover your mind
For you it's the toll of the bell
AAAHHOOOOOOOOO