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Lycanthropy is in his blood, |
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and spreads to those he slays. |
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Uncontrolled metamorphosis, |
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undetectable by day. |
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But when the moon is waxing, |
| [00:40.56] |
and all the world's asleep. |
| [00:41.94] |
Through woods and fields, |
| [00:43.56] |
the werewolf he will creep. |
| [00:45.51] |
|
| [00:52.05] |
Even a man who is pure heart, |
| [00:54.49] |
and says his prayers at night .. |
| [00:55.67] |
can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms, |
| [00:58.49] |
and the Autumn moon is bright. |
| [01:05.92] |
He instinctively seeks to kill, |
| [01:07.36] |
the thing he loves the best. |
| [01:10.61] |
He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl, |
| [01:12.49] |
and wish upon you death. |
| [01:16.99] |
His suffused eyes will glare in hate, |
| [01:19.05] |
silver-grey hair will shine. |
| [01:20.24] |
He'll grip you in his muscular arms, |
| [01:21.93] |
and on your your flesh will dine. |
| [01:23.49] |
|
| [01:30.58] |
Cures are rare for this schizophrenic, |
| [01:32.58] |
|
| [01:44.90] |
a Marfisa flower is a start. |
| [01:45.84] |
Silver topped cane, a crucifix, |
| [01:47.47] |
a silver bullet through the heart |
