The dark woods are closing in
There is no escaping
You are the prey on which we feast
The smell of fear has us salivating

Bestial form of humanity
Hunting to kill
Fucking to breed
Blood lust, lycanthropy
Relentless until we feed

I seek you out
To bleed you dry
Take what I need
And let you die

Animalistic urge rules the human flesh
Denied the pleasures perverse and suppressed
Warm steaming blood saturates the corpse
We gather round for the final ritual