Hear the howling, fear the dark The moon, the teeth, the claws Hounds of hell, beast of prey The sound of grinding jaws Ripped, torn – soon you will transform Ripped, torn – you will be reborn Bloodshed and insanity In a state of ecstasy No chance of a normal life You're running with the pack Every month when moon is full The beast is coming back Once torn – you take another form Ripped, torn – repeatedly reborn Lycanthrope Blood and skin between your teeth Dedicated to the flesh Victims, torn – soon they will transform Ripped, torn – they will be reborn Bloodshed and insanity In a state of ecstasy Bloodshed and insanity In a state of ecstasy