I know a place, it seems really strange
Some things will never change
Thunder and lightning lining my eyes
Even though the bats fill up the skies
But in the pale light of the moon
You'll maybe see the wolf bane bloom
Ancient voices will appear
Call the hunted don't tread here
You may be pure of heart and pure of soul
But you'll become a wolf when the moon is full
And in the pale light of the moon
You're gonna see the wolf bane bloom
