As day turns into night
and reason turns to fear
Nature grows silent
and senses start to clear
Walking amongst you
the children of the moon
Behind day's faces
the dark will come soon
Instinct takes over
as the sun dies in the west
Shapes begin changing
return of the repressed
Seems so far away now
manners, rules and laws
No god, no priest, no mercy
just death, teeth and claws
There's no use in running
when the moon is high
I offer you deliverance
under blood red sky