[00:26.11]Lycanthropy is in his blood,
[00:27.22]and spreads to those he slays.
[00:32.15]Uncontrolled metamorphosis,
[00:32.93]undetectable by day.
[00:34.00]But when the moon is waxing,
[00:40.56]and all the world's asleep.
[00:41.94]Through woods and fields,
[00:43.56]the werewolf he will creep.
[00:45.51]
[00:52.05]Even a man who is pure heart,
[00:54.49]and says his prayers at night ..
[00:55.67]can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms,
[00:58.49]and the Autumn moon is bright.
[01:05.92]He instinctively seeks to kill,
[01:07.36]the thing he loves the best.
[01:10.61]He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl,
[01:12.49]and wish upon you death.
[01:16.99]His suffused eyes will glare in hate,
[01:19.05]silver-grey hair will shine.
[01:20.24]He'll grip you in his muscular arms,
[01:21.93]and on your your flesh will dine.
[01:23.49]
[01:30.58]Cures are rare for this schizophrenic,
[01:32.58]
[01:44.90]a Marfisa flower is a start.
[01:45.84]Silver topped cane, a crucifix,
[01:47.47]a silver bullet through the heart