frida-wolf:

‘Oh the werewolf, the werewolf
Comes stepping along
He don’t even break the branches where he’s gone
Once I saw him in the moonlight, when the bats were flying
I saw the werewolf, and the werewolf was crying

How nobody knows, nobody knows, body knows
How I loved the man, as I teared off his clothes.
How nobody knows, nobody knows my pain
When I see that it’s risen; that full moon again.’