After midnight, when the darkness is upon us.
I start to live, to regain my strength.
I become stronger and stronger.
Then I feel the rage the beast in me
I am ready for the hunt, for the killing
I go outside and try to find my pray
I seek and seek, and I find
A sweet beautiful woman, with the face of an angel
I run toward her and almost go for the kill
when I am in front of her I fall on my knees
and start to cry, howling to the moon
the woman runs away, screaming, afraid
then I wonder, why do I have to hunt why,
for I am not like this I am gentle and kind
I am not a beast, they made me this way,
they did it with their hate and uncaring feelings
they made me this way, they produced a beast.
A beast who hunts for some love.
And never finds it, never.