Full Moon Despair (The Hunting Ground)

In the mists of winter's night, the light of the moon upon me The freezing air it surrounding me, as I walk this path to despair The frost lays on the ground, as I hunt my life's blood. Listen for the howling wind, across this cursed earth What is this I have become, what is the need for flesh What is this hunger I posses, dying under hunting moon. What is this need for blood, what is this need to feed What is this hunger I possess, of murder I have become? In the mists of winter's night, I hear the call of the wind This wolf I have become, curse for which I know My teeth have ripped into your neck, this beautiful creature dies. The freezing air it surrounding me, as I walk this path to despair The frost lays on the ground, as I hunt my life's blood. In the mists of winter's night, I hear the call of the wind I hear whispering voice, which calls me to hunt again I hunt for the need, a need to feed and survive A taste of blood upon my lips, as sun and sorrows fade.