Men like me must live with their sins A boil in my blood like a fire 'neath my skin As I search every face for the marks of my kin For no one else may know What I became with the moon overhead In the glow of their torchlights when they caught us in my bed When I found him in the churchyard he was already dead My lover, my sweet darling one When man lies with man we are killed for our crimes But they'll wish the first life they'd taken was mine For wolves hunt in packs, and the death isn't kind The forest looks out for her own (Howling) It was full harvest moon on the night we returned I knelt by the spot where his body was burnt And I tore out my clothes and I howled out my grief And then we turned out teeth on the town And it wasn't my first taste of the sweet flesh of man As we descended on the town every wolf in the land And our hot breath and our white fangs grew wet with the blood Of the men who murdered my love (Howling) Men like me must live with our sins The boil in our blood like a fire 'neath our skins As we search every face for the marks of our kin For no one else may kno