Full Moon

A tremble down my spine
A chill in the air
Something is happening
And i am not scared
It always seemed to happen
At least once a month
When i turn into the demon that i am
It is time for me to hunt
i feel the change and it feels good
My craving for blood is here
You had better leave now
Before i get too near
Now that i have warned you
i wont feel so bad
When i rip out your throat
And drink from you, glad
When the full moon comes
i get very pale
When it rises high enough
my scream turns into a wail
Calling for my brothers
And my sisters too
To come share with me this beautiful night
Right here under the full moon
When morning comes
I get really weak
Ill have to wait till next month
When i can really seek
Out the ones who
want to make themselves dead
Like me and parish
All that is left