Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth
By the cold moon's light
In the moorland the mists rise up,
This is the Werewolf's night

Twelve o'clock - the churchbells strike,
I hear the Wolfman's call
His eyes are burning deamon-like,
This night he get's you all

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright,
Through the forests of the night,
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free,
From thy gruesome tyranny!

Oh, young fair maid, did you not see,
The moon is full tonight?
Run -don't walk- from the moorland, flee!
Before he is in sight

To feast upon thy maiden flesh,
To eat thy heart and soul
Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright,
Through the forests of the night,

Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free,
From thy gruesome tyranny!