Curse Of The Werewolf

Curse of the Werewolf

Last night and Im out on the prowl

Composed with hate Im filthy, wretched, and foul

Its not a thirst but a hunger inside

Tear open your flesh

There aint no safe place to hide

You try to run and you try to escape

It's of no consequence

The fallen one he always gets what he wants

This is your time to repent

I cross my heart I hope to die

So close to dying in your arms

I'm close to dying in your arms

On Saturday night

My hunger burns

Ill tear you down

Midnight and Im out on the prowl

Composed with hate Im filthy, wretched, and foul

Its not a thirst but a hunger inside

Tear open your flesh

There aint no safe place to hide

I cross my heart I hope to die

So close to dying in your arms

I'm close to dying in your arms

On Saturday night