Have you seen a werewolf
with a Chinese menu in her hands,
walking through the streets of Soho in the rain?
Yes, it's me -
the werewolf of London.
As far as man can run from me,
I follow the trail of blood.
So hunt, my young ones...
For they don't fear the wolf,
but the wild within.
It is my moon time
when there's iron in the air -
a rusted essence...
Hey, wolf moon!
Come, cast your spell on me...
Beware the woods at night,
beware the lunar light!
I wear a shadow as face.
a werewolf masquerade -
in my eyes the wolfshade.
Half-wolf, half-female -
what a strange wedding
Mother Nature has offered you to see!
For you can fool them all,
but you can't fool the wolf.
Beware the woods at night,
beware the lunar light!
So in this grey haze
we'll be meating again.
Truly, strange are the ways of the wolf-hearted.



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