With glowing eyes, by the full moon's rise, we start the transformation.
Changing, shifting, our voices lifting, unholy desecration.
Shun the light, we prowl the night, our prey is on the run.
With blackened claws and dripping jaws, the feeding has begun.
We sleep at dawn, the curse is gone, our blood-lust is subdued.
When dark returns, the hunger burns, the hunt shall be renewed.