Terrors of the night
I pray you send hither
The great grey shape .
That makes men shiver
I am the werewolf
the Loup-garu
I howl to the moon
For the sight of you
And the shape I assume

My heart screams out
To feel your touch
But my mind screams out
The pain is to much
I look to the sky
For the answers I seek
But to no avail
my soul is to weak

I am the beast
Born of hell
Sceaming at darkness
For this life that I dwell

This is my curse
To prowl the night
To kill the weak
To finish the fight

My heart and soul ache
To hear your voice,
And to see your face
But Til morning breaks
I must stay away

The fear on your face
Would be far to much
For my soul to endor

just the thought
Makes me cry
The thaught of your hatred
Just cuts through my spine
And to know that the pain
Is not only mine
But also yours
To suffer through life