Dead of night by the light of the moon
A piercing howl breaks the late evening gloom.
Hair bristles up on the lycanthrope's back
Licking his fang he prepares for attack.
The hunger drives him to kill.
The hunger, it's certain he will kill.
Lovers walk in the cool evening breeze.
Hearing the howling, in terror they freeze.
There in the trees they can see something stir.
The wolf growls with rage as he leaps through the air
Danger stalks, if you listen you'll hear,
The howling scream that will freeze you with fear.
Take my advice don't go out on your own.
You'll feel his fangs as they b*** to the bone
A piercing howl breaks the late evening gloom.
Hair bristles up on the lycanthrope's back
Licking his fang he prepares for attack.
The hunger drives him to kill.
The hunger, it's certain he will kill.
Lovers walk in the cool evening breeze.
Hearing the howling, in terror they freeze.
There in the trees they can see something stir.
The wolf growls with rage as he leaps through the air
Danger stalks, if you listen you'll hear,
The howling scream that will freeze you with fear.
Take my advice don't go out on your own.
You'll feel his fangs as they b*** to the bone