Look into their eyes and you’ll find,
Sinister thoughts run their minds.
Dark visions, they inspire.
Smell of death takes them higher.

On this black cliff face they’ll stand.
Gazing at lunar glow enchants...
Poison blood flows through their veins.
They are slowly growing insane.

Night of the wolf moon.
Transformation complete.
Dreams of the arcane.
Transformation diseased.

Questing forth in the pine forest,
Evil desire, it does cometh.
Primal urge for human flesh,
Is a thirst that they must quench.

Night of the wolf moon.
Transformation complete...
Dreams of the arcane.
Transformation diseased...

To fulfill their unholy lust,
More young maidens are then sought.
...Against their power, nothing is matched.
Necks severed in just one grasp.

Night of the wolf moon.
Transformation complete...
Dreams of the arcane.
Transformation diseased...