BEWARE THE WOLFMAN

 

Low, over the horizon,

The full moon is risin'.

High upon the hill,

The night grows quiet an' still.

 

A tormented scream,

Shatters the silence.

It's a nightmare.

Not a dream.

Time for violence.

 

Moon, big an' bright,

Climbing high, in the sky.

Soon, before the end of this night,

Someone will die.

 

Beware the Wolfman.

Comin' down from the hill.

This is the night he terrorizes the land.

 

Beware the Wolfman.

Comin' out to make blood spill.

He's half beast, half man.

 

Beware the Wolfman.

Beware the Wolfman.

Beware the Wolfman.

 

Tonight, hide behind locked doors.

Stay safe, behind the walls,

Underneath false floors.

 

Outside, the beast is on the prowl.

Echoing off the hillside,

That blood freezing howl,

That makes men terrified.
Hear the voice of death call.

 

Beware the Wolfman.

Comin' down from the hill.

This is his night to terrorize the land.

 

Beware the Wolfman.

Comin' out to make blood spill.

He's half beast, half man.

 

Beware the Wolfman.

Beware the Wolfman.

Copyright © 1993 by Alexander McDonald
All rights reserved.