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Howling at the moon

Its that time again

Drawn to the woods

Screeching noises in the night

Picking up the scent

Of human prey

The hunt is on again

A rush of blood through the pounding heart

Fur fur immer

A world of fangs and blodshot eyes

Fur fur immer

Rise werewolf rise

Howling like a madman

The body now transforms

Ripped from within

Fangs are now protruding