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Writhing in pain under October's moon

Bathed in it's light, cursed unholy rune

Compulsion to feed

Sight bathed in blood red

Taken somewhere between life and death…

The ripping and slashing is so very tragic

There is no pity when there’s a hunger to fill.

The smell of blood is so erotic

There’s no mercy when there’s a lust to kill

Lust to kill

Black night shall wake the living dead

It's the gift of this autumnal moonlight

Dark souls awaken

With one chance to feast

Mother Mary hath not wept for me

Bloodlust has waken the soul of the wolf

Of needing, of feeding, the hunger grows

Soul tying, soul binding, no mercy is shown

Nothing can stop this curse takes hold

Dark souls awaken

With one chance to feast

The Nazarene hath not bled for me

Bleed for me

Black night shall bring deliverance

Blessed the gift of the autumnal moonlight