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Moon like a dinner plate Cleans him of his shackles Sets him free of worry and consequence He is beast Grinning with pearly fangs Laughter shakes shaggy fur Claws crack concrete
You better howl if you wanna be heard, wolf, Sing it even if it sounds absurd, wolf, Change is everything—now watch her turn, wolf,
A liquid asset currently in my safe. In bullet form it can kill a werewolf. He who has the desired personality type women want. The color one’s hair turns with age/stress.
Between us, you and me, I fear your company.Your clouded breathing haunts meLike a chill in the skeleton tree.
Once there was a little girl Whose cloak flowed down in red Carrying for her grandmother Soups and fresh baked bread ‘Fore she left her mother's house
I was bitten by a Werewolf and now I'm undead.I was a mortal man but now I'm immortal instead.I'm responsible for many deaths because I'm a Wolfman.
Yes Of course I know the werewolf that lives on Willowbrook Road With eyes as dark as the night sky And fur that is covered in snow It's ears perked up at all times
Broken chains, shattered windows. They're no tame, so don't get too close. Run run away, until you see the light of day.
His aria echoes within the mountains deep, His proud voice praises the strength of beasts. And there he stands on the mountain’s peak, The wolf howls there on this night so bleak.
Her white dressed figure dances in front of me. The clouds that cover the night sky gently surround the night I reach out to touch her beautiful face, the face of my love.
Hopes and dreams crash like a meteor falling The outcome is inevitable, so why are you stalling? You knew what would happen; who would win How could anyone love you? You’ve committed too many a sin.