Lurking in the night in the forest
Leaping over stumps and logs
Searching for a man turned into a wolf
Hes killing innocents and dumping their bodies in the bog
Death will come quick in the form of silver bullets
Then well burn his body at the stake
Swiftly dispose of his charred remains
So he can't reanimate

Lycan hunter
Illuminated by moonlight
Lycan hunter
When people turn to wolves that's when we fight

Razor sharp fangs pierce through armour
We must retaliate
Make our weapons sharper

There were reports of six new lycans
Dwelling on the outskirts of town
We must allocate new fire power new weapons
That will blow them down
We commissioned the town blacksmith
To forge 60 highly pure silver rounds
We put stakes in the ground
Headed out of town
Then we went into the forest heard a growling sound

Lycan hunter
Illuminated by moonlight
Lycan hunter
When people turn to wolves that's when we fight

Razor sharp fangs pierce through armour
We must retaliate
Make our weapons sharper