Mystic Circle

Every fullmoon night the forest calls him to go out
His body turns from a human into a bestial monster
The light of stars guides the wolf to his graceful victims
He needs the flesh and blood from a beauty virgin
He is the hunter of the night and smells from far away
A fearless mind runs through the grass her body soon decay
In it's hairy body erotic though leads his instinct
Before it eats her flesh it wants to sleep with her
Bloodlust goes straight, through it's head and through it's body
When the wolf awakes listen to the reign of death
Many hundred years they tried to end my life
But only a silver bullet can bring me down
The hunt now has an end another night is saved
The night of the wolf who gas catched it's victim
The master of the wood has won the hunt is over now
It likes to see the beging human body on it's knees
But the crying helps no more the end of life has come
She is another victim of the wolf
Bloodlust in me I want to hear the screams of pain