The Lycanthrope

Running Chasing Snarling Growling
 Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling
 In the shadows he is roaming
 Prehensile jaws- his mouth is foaming
 Feast on prey destroy the enemy
 With unbridled force and sheer ferocity
 An act of fate is the only hope
 For man alone has not the power to kill the Lycanthrope
 Running Chasing Snarling Growling
 Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling
 No way to return no chance to go back
 This insatiable creature is on the attack
 Feast on prey destroy the enemy
 With unbridled force and sheer ferocity
 An act of fate is the only hope
 For man alone has not the power to kill the Lycanthrope
 The blood soaked fur is wet with death
 A warm embrace of lethal breath
 No one is safe no one can hide
 From the slave of Lunar tides
 Running Chasing Snarling Growling
 Hunting Stalking Shrieking Howling
 No way to return no chance to go back
 This insatiable creature is on the attack