Текст (слова) песни: Vision Bleak - Wolfmoon

Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth
by the cold moons light.
In the moorland the mists rise up,
this is the Werewolfs night.

Twelve oclock - the churchbells strike,
I hear the Wolfmans call.
His eyes are burning deamon-like,
this night he gets you all.

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright,
through the forests of the night,
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free,
from thy gruesome tyranny!

Oh, young fair maid, did you not see,
the moon is full tonight?
Run -dont walk- from the moorland, flee!
Before he is in sight...

To feast upon thy maiden flesh,
to eat thy heart and soul.
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright,
through the forests of the night,

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free,
from thy gruesome tyranny!
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