The Curse Of The Werewolf

Encharlamore was a normal lad who lived in Languedoc
He was a peddler a normal little man
He traveled round and round selling baubles through villages and towns
Till one day he came to the house of a witch a sneaky little bitch

She knew that his talent was for clothing sewing fabrics Soothed his mind
So she made for him a contract that he signed
On the day she came to collect what was hers he refused her and she grew enraged
She placed a curse on him

Now he's a werewolf
A power so seductive so diabolical it's forbidden
But one must know to pity the werewolf
For their life is accursed dangerous and bland

For the rest of time you'll turn your blood will boil and your bones will break
Your instincts will kick in when the moon is full
Oh what a wretched sound
The howl of a werewolf

Cover your ears and run straight on till dawn
You might live on without being hurt by the werewolf
It's a cursed thing an eternal consequence
The curse of the werewolf