Lycanthropy is in his blood And spreads to those he slays Uncontrolled metamorphosis Undetectable by day But when the moon is waxing And all the world's asleep Through woods and fields The werewolf he will creep Even a man who is pure heart And says his prayers at night .. Can become a werewolf when the wolfsbane blooms And the Autumn moon is bright He instinctively seeks to k** The thing he loves the best He'll bare his teeth, growl and snarl And wish upon you d**h His suffused eyes will glare in hate Silver-grey hair will shine He'll grip you in his muscular arms And on your your flesh will dine Cures are rare for this schizophrenic A Marfisa flower is a start Silver topped cane, a crucifix A silver bullet through the heart