Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright
Through the forests of the night

Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth
By the cold moon's light
In the moorland the mists rise up
This is the Werewolf's night

Twelve o'clock - the churchbells strike
I hear the Wolfman's 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 -don't walk- from the moorland, flee!
Before he is in sight

To feast upon thy maiden flesh
To eat thy heart and soul
Run, don't walk
Run, don't walk
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright
Through the forests of the night
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free
From thy gruesome tyranny!

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright
Through the forests of the night
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free
From thy gruesome tyranny!

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright
Through the forests of the night
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free
From thy gruesome tyranny!

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright
Through the forests of the night
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free
From thy gruesome tyranny!