I've fought the curse, to no avail
Against the bloodlust I can't prevail
Tasting blood, destroying life
Their human screams bring my own strife
My own nature I can't forgive
I've almost lost the will to live

Every night I kill to feast
The rising moon, it calls the beast
Until I can't refuse that call
Wanting the hunt holds me in thrall
Thrill of the hunt- too good to hate
Kill to survive, no tempting fate

I can't suppress that feral need
I'm forced to do that primal deed
Losing sanity, day by day
As my humanity slips away
Driven by hunger, the fiercest pull
I feel as if I've lost my soul

Always questioning my thoughts
I see the terror that I've brought
On every face I've killed to live
They give the thing they cannot give
They fear the dark, not knowing why
They live short lives, and then they die.