For the Cursed - American Werewolves

In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the night

I want you so bad that it hurts

It’s calling, it’s lurking, it beckons you

For the cursed

In the world without end where the bats can descend

A pain that can only get worse

It’s calling, it’s lurking, it beckons you

For the cursed

Well I thought that we’d live forever

Underneath the pale gray sky

But now I know that without you

Each dawn I’ll die

In the pitch, in the black, in the dark of the night

I love you so bad that it hurts

It’s calling, it’s lurking, it beckons me

For the cursed