• They scream at the moon
    Their high pitched cries call
    They live in the dark
    Where nights are long
    Living in the shadows
    With not but their souls
    That gleam in their eyes
    That growl in their throat
    Hunting by night
    Sleeping by day
    Living alone is what they like
    A curse they call it
    A gift you may think
    Until they come in your sleep
    They thirst for your blood
    The smell of your skin
    It drives them crazy
    The have no control
    I leave you witht his
    But don't forget it
    There's more to you they want then you know
    Take care during the night
    Or they might come for you