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Torments of the fullmoon

Restless in the night

Streets are quiet

Evil kept out of light

The beast cease to rest

As there is smell of fear

Savage attacks will go on

Morbid howls you still hear

Secret passages we use

And crawl behind your back

Deformed souls of hell

All compassion we lack... lack!

From chambers and cellars

From the gutter and the grave

Transformation of the wicked

Feel no love just pure hate

We appear from the darkness

And gather in the fog

In an animal form

One wolf and a dozen dogs

To worship the devil

Is the call to obey

To hunt down the meek

For the meek shall pay

These are no disguises

We don't wear no mask

This is our real face

How we go for our task

The mission is set

With the oath by the fire

Dealing satanic death

Rising higher and higher

Gateways and alleys

To new ends of the earth

Whores are the mothers

Who ever gave birth

These are no disguises

We don't wear no mask

This is our real face

How we go for our task

We cannot be killed

For we are already dead

With endless thirst

When there's no blood to shed