When the full moon's in the sky
I become a wolf.
Everything I see must die;
I'm a spirit of the night.

I seek the tasty crimson blood,
When I'm a wolf;
I can't control; I cannot stop;
I run through the sticky mud.

Wolf! The ghost of the night.
Wolf! He's afraid of the light.
Wolf! He has the magic and might.
Wolf! The spirit of the night.

When I taste the flesh, so sweet
I become a wolf;
And everyone who sees me
Must shake with fear, and must be bit.

I'm always hungry, I want your blood,
When I'm a wolf.
I foresee the bloody flood,
And no one can make me stop!