In darkness I run, within the shadows I hide
When the sky is dark and the moon is high
In the coldest, darkest hour I rise


In this darkness you shall fall
In my shadow is where you will die
Teeth sharp as razors clawing out your eyes your gore dripping on your thighs

The cold, dark night is my friend
The sun makes my powers wane
Come the full moon, I shall hunt once again

My whispers you will hear,my dread you will flee
My bloodied claws the last thing to be seen
In whispers you hear me in screams you will die
I am why you don't go out at night.

With a gun full of silver, torch lit afire
My pelt the towns folks desire
Hunted, cornered, shot in the head
You bury me thinking I am dead

The days go by the night grows long
the first to die is the one who finds my body gone
My howls fill the night, tears fill your eyes
The beast from the Shaddows is watching with cold hard eyes

The hunt is long the trials intense the hounds of hunters track my scent
With cunning and speed and a bit of luck, a ravine easy to jump and hard to see separates you from me
The screams of agony as your bodies fall dead to the floor fill the night
With a howl of pleasure and then one of delight the beast runs on to rule the night