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Scarred For Life

Scarred For Life

Left to die in the flames of hell thought It was the end

The end of my suffering my midnight cry for the monster I turn in

They thought I would be dead but my scars continue to be

To be the next mass of crime and the slaughter from my veins

For I am a werewolf, a curse from the gypsies of the free

Every Halloween the night sings our song to heal our wounds

I terrorize the living with a full moon light, with my bloody fangs

Death will not protect thee, but through my eyes I will always be with you

This curse is from the bite of the mouth of the devil himself

For I am scarred for life, with all my might I won't give in to attacking you

You are my love my everything, I am hiding now in shame, all to blame

For I am the lupa of a deep dark tale, no man should ever suffer this torment

I hide inside, let the silver bullet take me and let you know I was a man

The man who ran away to save you from this horrid naked truth, now

All that's left are the legends of the werewolf and his scars of the past

Now just scarred for life, may our spirits rise and forever be strong in the moonlight

My curse I take with me but my lust for your warm body next to mine I give to you

For Life be it not scarred

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