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Lycanthropy is in his blood,
and spreads to those he slays.
Uncontrolled metamorphosis,
undetectable by day.
But when the moon is waxing,
and all the world's asleep.
Through woods and fields,
the werewolf he will creep.
Even a man who is pure heart,
and says his prayers at night .
can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
and the Autumn moon is bright.
He instinctively seeks to kill,
the thing he loves the best.
He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl,
and wish upon you death.
His suffused eyes will glare in hate,
silver-grey hair will shine.
He'll grip you in his muscular arms,
and on your your flesh will dine.
Cures are rare for this schizophrenic,
a Marfisa flower is a start.
Silver topped cane, a crucifix,
a silver bullet through the heart.
- Album:
- Perfume And Piss
- Midnight Madness & Beyond
- Miscellaneous
- A Fridge Too Far
- Catch 23 EP
- Leather Bristles No Survivors & Sick Boys
- No Need To Panic
- Ha Ha
- Wot A Bargain EP
- Give Me Fire (Live)
- Punk Revolution, Vol.3 (Live)
- Punk Society, Vol.1 (Live)
- Punk as Fuck
- Cruel & Unusual
- Race Against Time - The Complete Clay Recordings
- God Save This Box!
- Aceh Revolution
- The Punk Rock Hits
- Dead on Arrival: A Punk Rock Anthology
- Total Rundgång, Volume 1