Wolf (A Narrative Soundscape)

Innocence tainted by pure lunacy Cursed by the slash of a shape-shifting beast Oh no, this can't be Demonic infection, a doomed changeling His future concealed as he begs to be told A kiss from the gypsy, he'll never grow old Oh no, this can't be Demonic infection, a doomed changeling Even a man who's pure And says his prayers by night (He won't hear your prayers) Man become a wolf When the wolf bane blooms, And the autumn moon is bright (There's a full moon tonight) Man may become a wolf. He who is bitten by a wolf and lives Possession soon follows, no use to resist Oh no, this can't be Cursed by the moonlight, a doomed changeling The madness a turmoil that swells up inside To truly find peace is to truly die Oh no, this can't be Cursed by the moonlight, a doomed changeling Now comes the rampage, a killing spree Hunting his loved ones comes instinctively Oh no, it's maddening A shape-shifting demon of pure lunacy A shot from the darkness tears through its flesh A bullet of silver lays it to rest Oh no, it's maddening An innocent victim finds his peace.