Staring at the Werewolf Corps Madness Crawling through my veins I'm tasting blood again The fallen lamb In darkness This heartache leaves a stain And I wear this mask of Cain For I am damned I'm the last line of defence The raw nerve twitching, spider sense I break the fingers that alert me you are Closing in there I'm the bastard present tense My teeth are bared and eyes intense And I will linger on inert, before your hurt's A closing in, yeah Rashness The young mistress of fear Cavorts her pleasures here You make the move Not fastest Far from the shadow's grasp My fury paints bloodbath Across the moon I'm the exit straight to death No way out and nothing fucking less I am the royal guard to great unspoiled Things there I'm the final line of sight The stay between you and the prize I am the loyal minister boiling in the coiled Wings, yeah Defrost me I'm the weird jackal –reared inhuman, Entity Don't cross me I'm a psychopathic graphic one beast war Accosted with fright, fingers over bite The night delights in lost identity And while you're wond' ring 'what for' Conscripts... You're staring at the werewolf corps Here in the dark I drain your pained remaining tears Here sated hunger gasps With the succour of velvet dreams And, here like the past Desire is bound to my grasped covenant And down here in the dark I aspire to make you all scream Scream!!