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Overpowered by his tendency for evil |
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A man drew out an ancient magic formula |
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Painted two circles on the ground |
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And burned pine and poplar |
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Other ingredients followed into the cauldron |
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Opium, poppy, aloe, hemlock |
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As the flames blazed |
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He began to mutter his conjuration |
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Chosen from the devilish group |
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Send the big grey ghost |
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Who makes humanity tremble |
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Come, come, come |
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Steam and cintment begin to work |
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The man sinks to his knees |
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He implores to the ghost of the unknown |
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To give him the power of metamorphosis |
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I ask. I call. I implore you |
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You phantom of the darkness |
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Nobody's like you |
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Transform me into a werewolf |
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At last perfectly transformed in his fantasy |
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The werewolf hunts in the darkness |
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He serves the evil one |
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With heart, body and soul |
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He's damned night after night |
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Scouring dales in search of human victims |
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He knows that he's vulnerable |
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For defense he mutters the last words of the ritual |
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Smelt the ball, blunt the knife |
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Let the cudgel wear away |
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Terrorize man, wild animals |
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And reptiles shake in terror |
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Why they don't seize the grey wolf |
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And skin his warm coat |
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My word is strong, stronger than the sleep |
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Stronger than the strength of heroes |
