Oh come you children on the night,
The autumn moon is full and bright,
Stir what has been sleeping throughout the day,
And come and hunt and play in the pale moonlight,
For your kind is as ancient as the pagan gods,
Which humans have long forgot,
Along with the rules of nature,
To take only what is needed,
And to kill only to survive,
They have made you evil in stories and on the silver screen,
killing the innocents with just just one hand.
Patient must we be with modern man,
And remain in the night with the were-wolf clan.
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