DESCRIPTION:
The Werewolf Song

Looming in her fullest bloom
Luna tumbles through the night,
a milky bowl of mirror-light.
With luminescent gaze she comes.

(chorus)
Mistress rising in the East, bless this night's unholy feast.
Mistress falling in the West, keep the silver from my breast.

She wakes me from my midnight-dream,
A song of silence, face of white.
I metamorph by candle light
and in my lupine form I roam.

Prowling over moor in gloom
where right is wrong and wrong is right
my sister is the owl in flight.
By tooth and claw you'll meet your doom.