Kill to Survive

Smell of blood awakens sleeping instinct, Like hand of fate leads to the haggard victim. Full moon beclouds mind and gives rise To the dreadful hunger, that burns inside. Invaded by curse, meaning of the life Is reduced to one thing - kill to survive. Forest thicket will hide the next violence Of the werewolf from unnecessary eyes. Fangs in the flesh. Crunch of breaking bones. Primal rage. Pleasure in blood flows! Demonic spirit breaks out to the freedom, Gives supremacy and impunity feeling. Path on fresh snow is leading through night To massacre and triumph of savage might. Fangs in the flesh. Crunch of breaking bones. Primal rage. Pleasure in blood flows! Kill to survive. Violence at night. Meaning of life - Triumph of savage might.