Testo
I know a place that seems real strange
Where certain things will never change
Thunder and lightning blinding my eyes
Even though the bats fill up the skies
But in the pale light of the moon
You'll maybe see the wolfbane bloom
Ancient voices will appear
Calling: Haunted, don't tread here
You may be pure of heart and pure of soul
But you'll become a wolf when the moon is full
And in the pale light of the moon
You're gonna see the wolfbane bloom
