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COLD WIND, COLDER INSIDE
NOTHING’S COLD AS MY NOCTURNE BRIDE
WHITE FACE, SHE SHOWS ME THING’S
THAT LIVING EYES JUST CANNOT SEE

BLOOD THIRST WAXING AT NIGHT
TWISTED SHADOWS IN THE PALE LIGHT
NIGHT LADY MAKES ME THINGS
THAT PURER FORMS JUST CANNOT BE

CHORUS:
IN THE HUNTERS MOON
IN THE HUNTERS MOON
NOW PEEL AWAY THE SKIN THAT’S HIDDEN LONG THIS EVIL THING
IN THE HUNTERS MOON

WHITE FANGS, LUMINOUS EYES
NEVER CURED FROM THAT LUPINE BITE
FOUL, TWISTED, HUNGRY THING
THETAS CURSED TO DARKNESS ENDLESSLY

CHOKED HOWLS, BROKEN BY CRIES
OF ANOTHER THAT SHE CHOSE TO DIE
DARK WIDOW BRINGS UPON
THIS BLESSED CURSE LYCANTHROPY

CHORUS

COLD WIND, EMPTY INSIDE
NOR THE TOUCH OF MY MIDNIGHT BRIDE
SMALL SOLACE FROM THE BLESSINGS
OF THIS CURSE LYCANTHROPY


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