Curse of The Werewolf

Midnight and I'm out on the prowl
Composed with hate, I'm filthy, wretched and foul 
It's not a thirst but a hunger inside
Tear open your flesh there ain't no safe place to hide 

You try to run and you try to escape It's of no consequence 
The fallen one he always gets what he wants 
This is your time to repent 

I cross my heart I hope to die 
So close to dying in your arms 
I'm close to dying in your arms 

On Saturday night. 
My hunger burns, I'll hunt you down