Spree Killing (Demo)

Tonight the full moon hangs high up in the sky A curse that was bestowed upon me never to be cured The wrath of hell and strength of wolves runs flowing in my veins My human frame takes shape into a lycanthropic form The forces of nature have no strength to contain me Nor the strongest weaponry made of the humankind The need to kill develops into supernatural thirst To bring upon my fellow man the quick and gruesome death Their screams of terror ring out into the night air My hunt goes on as my hunger doth persist and grow Their throats are severed and their bodies decorate the scene Bloody remains of the human form shine in the full moon's light Brutality hath never been but the essence of my quest My victims torn to pieces with the sharpened claws of hell The frothing jaws and piercing fangs of this profane form Deliver unto the countless multitude the bloody death The curse bestowed grows stronger on my soul Its force upon me strengthens with every life I take My bloodlust in the wolf form never to be satiated Only until the dawn will I be temporarily freed The eternal cycle of the damned forces of hell Upon my body creates the carrier of violence Tonight I am forced by the full moon in the sky To become the manifestation of the merciless death