Generations came before me
Gypsies, werewolves and Lon Chaney
Tortured souls all driven insane
All in league with the Pentagram
Now it's me the hunted hunter
Alone in this schizo nightmare
Pray to God you take my place
Or put an end to my race
Scratching frenzy, the anguish begins
Grotesque, primitive ritual
Air is thick and damp and cold
Transformation by lap dissolve
Monthly bloodlusts fill up coffins
Townsfolk scared to leave their homes
It's dark and foggy in black 'n' white Hell
And I'm the Beast and they can't tell
Cursed by the spell of the Moon
Child of Evil - son of the night
Pray for my death to come soon
He sings his victory to the Moon
Trail of blood left thru the night
Let us spread out so we can find him
Pray for my death this next bite
Shackled by doom, approaching sundown
Soon the night will enter my soul
Animal hair rips thru my skin
This night of terror now begins
Hunted at dark by men with Silver
I spy my lover thru the mist
The Beast under this blood red moon
Is killing me as I'm killing you
Cursed by the spell of the Moon
There he is dripping with blood
Pray for my death to come soon
Bring more bullets! Load the guns
Trail of blood left thru the night
We've got him! Send in the hounds
Pray for my death this next bite