Amity - Bloodlust [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1:
He struggles to ignore these animalistic urges
He knows that he can't adapt to sadistic surges
It scares him to death as the characteristic merges
And his blood runs like a flammable liquid burning
The transformation is like an act in a mystic circus
And attacks just like a cannonball with its scourges
A fine line between a wolf and hedonistic person
He can’t accept that he was behind the cannibalistic murders
Trapped in a vicious circle whenever the moon is full
He exits the room a wolf, a devilish rumoured ghoul
You’d expect or assume it’s cool, he’s requesting a noose and stool
‘Cause too many times he’s seen people dead at a funeral
He killed – he walks around with the beast inside him
Those surrounding him unaware of the creature hiding
Within - he wishes he could flee the violence
He screams in silence even though he seems alright and…

Hook:
Deep within he feels the need to sin
He tries to keep it in but the creature wins
It feeds on him as the moonlight meets his skin
His teeth begin to grow and he shows an evil grin

Verse 2:
His skin pulled too tight in the crisp full moonlight
The scar on his arm is from more than a pit-bull’s crude bite
He’s gonna change and he can’t control it
He’s racked with sudden pain and he starts evolving
He drops to his knees and screams in the pouring rain
Releases a roar of pain and his teeth have transformed to fangs
His bones stretch and hair breaks through the skin, a tail/
Grows then there are claws replacing his fingernails
He scrabbles at his clothes and howls at the night sky
With immaculate senses for disembowelling the wildlife
He descends into the sewer, prowling the pipelines
Then the woods to avoid being surrounded by bright lights
With a crave for fresh meat, he takes a dead sheep/
From a paddock where a farmer wakes from REM sleep
With bated breath, he takes aim to then squeeze/
Spraying lead clean through the grey and red beast

(Hook)

Verse 3:
He wakes up in the woods the next morning, drowsy and naked
Mind clouded and aching and he looks down in amazement
A bullet wound in his side with a pounding sensation
His body tissue regenerates with astounding duration
The sun rays soak in his bloodstained clothes
He struggles to stand on seemingly unchanged bones
With mundane hopes he makes his one way home
Most would say this is folklore but some say no
He gets to his house and nervously turns on the television
A news report of a farmer who he could tell was bitten
Suggests using silver bullets ‘cause lead’s like aluminium
The whole town is in search of a wolf – time to be self-sufficient
He knows if a werewolf’s saliva enters the bloodstream/
The victim becomes one and it’s best to be unseen
He knows the town will leave him for dead if he comes clean
So he hides and prepares for the next time it’s unleashed