The wicked witch put a curse on me
I live vicariously for her misanthropy
It is a lycanthropic magic that controls my soul
I turn from man to wolf on the nights when the moon is full
I can feel the hair grow on my back
My muscles protrude and my bones begin to crack
As I shift my shape, I can feel my blood run down my face
My eyes will change and I will kill all near this place
I howl at the full moon after I transform
The sound like a siren warning of a storm
Striking horror into the hearts of all who hear
The whole town panics and I can smell their fear
I tore a woman’s heart out and ripped off an old man’s head
By the end of the terrible night over a dozen were already dead
I am forever damned for surviving the wolfs bite
And I will always turn under Luna’s full shining light