wolf

innocence tainted by pure lunacy
cursed by the slash of a shape-shifting beast
oh no, this can’t be
demonic infection, a doomed changeling
his future concealed as he begs to be told
a kiss from the gypsy, he’ll never grow old
oh no, this can’t be
demonic infection, a doomed changeling

[chorus]
even a man who’s pure
and says his prayers by night
(he won’t hear your prayers)
man become a wolf
when the wolf bane blooms,
and the autumn moon is bright
(there’s a full moon tonight)
man may become a wolf.

he who is bitten by a wolf and lives
possession soon follows, no use to resist
oh no, this can’t be
cursed by the moonlight, a doomed changeling
the madness a turmoil that swells up inside
to truly find peace is to truly die
oh no, this can’t be
cursed by the moonlight, a doomed changeling

now comes the rampage, a killing spree
hunting his loved ones comes instinctively
oh no, it’s maddening
a shape-shifting demon of pure lunacy
a shot from the darkness tears through its flesh
a bullet of silver lays it to rest

oh no, it’s maddening
an innocent victim finds his peace.