The Curse Of The Werewolf

Encharlamore was a normal lad who lived in Languedoc He was a peddler a normal little man He traveled round and round selling baubles through villages and towns Till one day he came to the house of a witch a sneaky little bitch She knew that his talent was for clothing sewing fabrics Soothed his mind So she made for him a contract that he signed On the day she came to collect what was hers he refused her and she grew enraged She placed a curse on him Now he's a werewolf A power so seductive so diabolical it's forbidden But one must know to pity the werewolf For their life is accursed dangerous and bland For the rest of time you'll turn your blood will boil and your bones will break Your instincts will kick in when the moon is full Oh what a wretched sound The howl of a werewolf Cover your ears and run straight on till dawn You might live on without being hurt by the werewolf It's a cursed thing an eternal consequence The curse of the werewolf