Nothing can tame the beast within
Not chains, or rope, or time
He has no will, he has no hope
He cannot stop his crime
For even a man who's pure at heart
And says his prairs at night
Will change into a warewolf
When the moon is full and bright
A gypsy looked apon his hand
And turned her face away
"You have the curse, you have the mark
And a warewolf you will stay"
For even a man who's pure at heart
And says his prairs at night
Will change into a warewolf
When the moon is full and bright