Siguilum Sanctum Lycantropia

The cold winds of mayhem squalls through the dark and deep forest brings the smellof decayed flesh, intensifies this desire for murder. Cycle of werewolf... Hells wrathspawn, this night of rape and blood, I was born in the light of the fullmoon andbaptised in the scared blood of the wolf. Cycle of werewolf... Blood ritual I drawthe circle, feel so cold, yet my desire gives me diabolical heat. now the bad moon ison the rise... I am trapped in its blaze, hatred poisons my veins, I'm cold and myheart turns black, the blood moon is rising! I can't resist its infernal power, I gothrough the forest at hell's pace, seek a prey, a woman to satisfy my dark desires!