Les Larmes Du Loup-Garou Mourant (The Werewolf's Dying Tears)

Bring on the night Bring out the wolf Here comes the night Here comes the wolf Lay out the seats Prop up the steeple Pray for the empty seats Pray for the people Run wolf run wolf run Come the hunter with his gun Hide wolf hide wolf hide In the pale moonlight Do not go gently Into that good night You know the tale Of the wolf's dying tears The hunter he searched In the forests for years He came to a well That would grant his desires He threw in his silver and cried "I will not rest until I've killed a werewolf" Run man run man run Come the werewolf with his bite Hide man hide man hide In the dark of night Do not go gently Into sleep's embrace The day the beast Tore through the fences And every last shot that The hunter fired missed Great shining claws Tore the gun from out of his hands Sinking his glistening teeth Into tender shoulder And the townsfolk don't know That a werewolf's bite Will turn anyone it does not kill So they patch him up And the surgeons wait Till he awakes one restless night Run wolf run wolf run Run for home and find your gun Hide wolf hide wolf hide In the untamed wilds With your silver bullet You pierce your heart You threw in your silver coin Breaking the water level Crushing your tender heart Trying to beat the devil Your heart beats silver now Beating out a dying rhythm Heaven seems far away Just die hoping you're forgiven