| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright |
| Through the forests of the night |
| 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 gets 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 |
| Run, don’t walk |
| Run, don’t walk |
| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright |
| Through the forests of the night |
| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free |
| From thy gruesome tyranny! |
| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright |
| Through the forests of the night |
| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free |
| From thy gruesome tyranny! |
| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright |
| Through the forests of the night |
| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free |
| From thy gruesome tyranny! |
| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon burning bright |
| Through the forests of the night |
| Wolfmoon, Wolfmoon set him free |
| From thy gruesome tyranny! |