See the sign of the Devil on the victims marked to die.
Catch myself lurking in the pale moonlight.
I can't recall the eve of this morning when I wake.
Trapped for a lifetime with a curse I cannot break.
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.
This beast within, a change begins, this terror taking over,
With a taste for blood.
Tied to this chair under ties that cannot bind,
While brave men boldly search for an evil they won't find.
Tonight, I die a wolf, but buried as a man.
Freed from this curse by the blood on my father's hands.
Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night
May become a wolf when the wolf's bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.
This beast within, a change begins, this terror taking over,
With a taste for blood.
