Wolf-Man
The autumn moon is shinning bright
A warm feeling in the air
A wolf running through the night
Looking for dark despair
Gypsies closing down their camps
For the man under the curse
Blowing out their oil lamps
For the terror that will come in the worse
A warm feeling in the air
A wolf running through the night
Looking for dark despair
Gypsies closing down their camps
For the man under the curse
Blowing out their oil lamps
For the terror that will come in the worse
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