Lycanthrope

It's in the blood, it's in the cells
Like a virus slowly devouring, coming from hell
There is no cure, death the final release
He sleeps with lycanthropic dreams

With the full moon, the painful transformation ends
The savage beast that comes from within
A blood curdling howl in the dead of night
Enough to make you run and scream

He will stalk his prey in lonely woods
Pray that he kills you at first sight
For should you survive the infectious bite, you shall inherit his legacy and live by night.
Join a blood line that must kill under the stillness of the moonlight

To end his days and such evil ways
A silver bullet is the only way to take him away
So when you see the full moon rise, lock your doors and take flight
He will not stop until he has quenched his thirst, your blood he seeks to control his curse....