When the wolfbane blooms and
Moon is full and bright
It's time for the wolf; he will turn tonight.
Hide your children; mothers, fathers,
Sisters, brothers too.
He will turn and come after all of you.
There's no place to run, once the metemorphasis
No place to hide, just the moon on your side.
Get your silver bullits ready, shoot him
When your heand is steady
Never let him get away, or he'll be back
When the moon is full...
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