Crematory

Soon I feel the power
Surging through my soul
I feel a hatred deep and pure
No bloodshed could console
Now the change becomes me
My terror grows within
And as I scream for vengeance
I start my life of sin
Seeking out my victims
Laughing at their pless
What care I when I am
The victim of lycantropy
Suddenly I sniff your scent
Your blood smells so sweet
I lust to feast upon your heart
And on your raw red meat