Songtexte: Tip The Van. Something Wicked. Werewolf.

The moon is high in the sky tonight
And i can't put up much of a fight
It's coming over me with such intensity
That I can hardly believe what's happening to me
It's pumping through my veins
What a delicious pain
It overtakes my brain
I'll never be the same

My eyes seem to reflect the light
I almost taste the sweetness of that first bite

I left this human cage
My life has turned a page
And I exact my rage
My praise on center stage
This metamorphosis
What a simple bliss
The blood is like a kiss
What compares to this?

The moon is high in the sky tonight
And i can't put up much of a fight
It's coming over me with such intensity
That I can hardly believe what's happening to me
It's pumping through my veins
What a delicious pain
It overtakes my brain
I'll never be the same

My eyes seem to reflect the light
I almost taste the sweetness of that first bite

I left this human cage
My life has turned a page
And I exact my rage
My praise on center stage
This metamorphosis
What a simple bliss
The blood is like a kiss
What compares to this?