• In the dark, without a bark,
    they appear, ready to tear.
    With their senses, they break all your defenses.

    Your steps they shall erase,
    your flesh they shall chase,
    after your soul they will race,
    leaving nothing but empty space.

    With their rage, they've got no sage.
    The crap outta you they will scare,
    your life they shall never spare.

    After the rise of the full moon,
    appear they will soon,
    Ready to kill,
    Ready to chill,
    their desires, they shall fulfill. twisted