Omen. The Curse. Zeneszám

When the moon is full and burning bright
Comes a strange feeling something's watching in the night
I'm tossing and turning in a cold and sweaty bed
I search for answers to questions that are ringing in my head

Must I kill again tonight?
How can I fight the Beast within?
Must I kill again tonight?
My soul will burn from the sin
Must I kill again?

Forty thousand years have passed
But man has never learned
Legendary fears are
Cast in blood that doesn't burn

Only a shot of silver
Can release these chains that bind
A bullet from a holy Cross
Brings the kiss of death so kind

Savage instincts rules me grim despair entombs me
Haunting dreams torment and control
The hunger for flesh devours a curse immortal powers
Inhuman lust to kill tears at my soul

Severe the bloodline
Give me release
The undead are screaming
For vengeance and peace