Les Larmes Du Loup-Garou Mourant (The Werewolf's Dying Tears)

Bring on the night
Bring out the wolf
Here comes the night
Here comes the wolf

Lay out the seats
Prop up the steeple
Pray for the empty seats
Pray for the people

Run wolf run wolf run
Come the hunter with his gun
Hide wolf hide wolf hide
In the pale moonlight
Do not go gently
Into that good night

You know the tale
Of the wolf's dying tears
The hunter he searched
In the forests for years

He came to a well
That would grant his desires
He threw in his silver and cried
"I will not rest until I've killed a werewolf"

Run man run man run
Come the werewolf with his bite
Hide man hide man hide
In the dark of night
Do not go gently
Into sleep's embrace

The day the beast
Tore through the fences
And every last shot that
The hunter fired missed

Great shining claws
Tore the gun from out of his hands
Sinking his glistening teeth
Into tender shoulder

And the townsfolk don't know
That a werewolf's bite
Will turn anyone it does not kill
So they patch him up
And the surgeons wait
Till he awakes one restless night

Run wolf run wolf run
Run for home and find your gun
Hide wolf hide wolf hide
In the untamed wilds
With your silver bullet
You pierce your heart

You threw in your silver coin
Breaking the water level
Crushing your tender heart
Trying to beat the devil

Your heart beats silver now
Beating out a dying rhythm
Heaven seems far away
Just die hoping you're forgiven