Lickanthrope - Moonspell

Wolves gleam in human eyes

Stealing tears from divine

Break of hope, break of necks, hand on leash

Can’t go wrong, lickanthrope!

Heart of a wolf breaking the bitter skin

Under the chaos, under the moon

The pack is gathering

Little red, riding hood

Godspeed, prostitute!

Under the stars, under Venus

The flock keeps giving

The night swallows the day

Her lips find a way

We don’t want to be saved

Lickanthrope

Veil of a queen tying the hands of a king

In the name of the species, under the silks

Let the games begin!

Little red, riding hood

Godspeed your destitute

Under the stars, under Venus

The clock is ticking

Lunar skin, white as pearl

Collar wine, reap the thine

Ride the bitch to ecstasy

Can’t go wrong, lickanthrope!