Werewolf

Claws, fangs, a heart encaged in passion -  Whips of love an' hate have left you scarred; You’ve seen the worst of man. Solace in pleasures out of season plucked Have led you deeper down in your confusion. You fear the beast that claws a' you inside. You don’ need a silver moon; Your soul bears Adam’s curse. Lashing your heart until it pleads mercy, You can hardly understand the words “forgiveness.” The fight’s not over,  Bu' your inner man is well alive. Take hear', the curse reverses With every war cry.  Ev’ry tear of blood and nigh'mare from the past Shows a tender conscience wrestling with  The demons deep within.  Don’t view yourself through their distorted eyes. You have been transforme' by a dif’rent moonlight. The fight’s not over,  Bu' your inner man is well ali'e. Take hear', the curse reverses With every war cry.  The garden moon shone three nights o’er your grave Safeguarding his beloved in the wolf. Tenderly, he called until the child crawled out of the tomb. The fight’s not over,  Bu' your inner man is well alive. Take hear', the curse reverses With every war cry.  The fight’s not over,  Bu' your inner man is well alive. Take hear', the curse reverses With every war cry.