Embraced by Lycanthropy's Spell

What happens to me when the moon shines

Which morbid longing is tormenting me

That greed for blood, so fresh and still warm

That lust to creep through the nocturnal forest

Hunting to satisfy my mysterious greed

Ah... that pain

I can't stand it anymore

I must go out: in the night

Cold winds whip my naked skin

When I enter the freezing darkness

But the hunger forces me out

Out in the streets, I take in the scent

Bloodlust under frozen skies

My teeth want to rip the victim's flesh

And my tongue wants to taste the juice of life

Ah... what a great feeling!

The odor of death is for what I'm living for

My nocturnal howling under the grey moon

Forces of unnatural silence over the night

Embraced by lycanthropy's spell:

The eyes of my victim are still opened

Distorted because of the horror they saw in the end

There is no mercy in my wolf heart

Only that magic, which forces me out at night