Comes on in waves, blood boils in veins.
Am I reaction or coincidence? I'm still coming after you.
A new breed forming - and the werecat prowls the night.
Hear the mournful cries of the hounds on my trail.
I cannot fail, cat out of hell.
Vengeance is mine, the time has come tonight.
Forever falling, bathed in a sea of lunar light.
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