Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth by the cold moon's light.
In the moorland the mists rise up, this is the
Werewolf's night.
Twelve o'clock - the churchbells strike,
I hear the
Wolfman's call.
His eyes are burning deamon-like, this night he get's you all.
Wolfmoon,
Wolfmoon burning bright, through the forests of the night,
Wolfmoon,
Wolfmoon set him free, from thy gruesome tyranny!
Oh, young fair maid, did you not see, the moon is full tonight?
Run -don't walk- from the moorland, flee!
Before he is in sight...
To feast upon thy maiden flesh, to eat thy heart and soul.
Wolfmoon,
Wolfmoon burning bright, through the forests of the night,
Wolfmoon,
Wolfmoon set him free, from thy gruesome tyranny!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:38.64]Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth by the cold moon's light.
[00:48.03]In the moorland the mists rise up, this is the
[00:57.99]Werewolf's night.
[01:16.98]Twelve o'clock - the churchbells strike,
[01:29.52]I hear the
[01:29.82]Wolfman's call.
[01:30.15]His eyes are burning deamon-like, this night he get's you all.
[02:12.39]Wolfmoon,
[02:12.81]Wolfmoon burning bright, through the forests of the night,
[02:16.47]Wolfmoon,
[02:16.89]Wolfmoon set him free, from thy gruesome tyranny!
[02:49.80]Oh, young fair maid, did you not see, the moon is full tonight?
[03:02.46]Run -don't walk- from the moorland, flee!
[03:08.67]Before he is in sight...
[03:25.80]To feast upon thy maiden flesh, to eat thy heart and soul.
[04:00.18]Wolfmoon,
[04:00.39]Wolfmoon burning bright, through the forests of the night,
[04:01.47]Wolfmoon,
[04:01.68]Wolfmoon set him free, from thy gruesome tyranny!
Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth by the cold moon's light.
In the moorland the mists rise up, this is the
Werewolf's night.
Twelve o'clock - the churchbells strike,
I hear the
Wolfman's call.
His eyes are burning deamon-like, this night he get's you all.
Wolfmoon,
Wolfmoon burning bright, through the forests of the night,
Wolfmoon,
Wolfmoon set him free, from thy gruesome tyranny!
Oh, young fair maid, did you not see, the moon is full tonight?
Run -don't walk- from the moorland, flee!
Before he is in sight...
To feast upon thy maiden flesh, to eat thy heart and soul.
Wolfmoon,
Wolfmoon burning bright, through the forests of the night,
Wolfmoon,
Wolfmoon set him free, from thy gruesome tyranny!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:38.64]Deep, deep shadows cast down on earth by the cold moon's light.
[00:48.03]In the moorland the mists rise up, this is the
[00:57.99]Werewolf's night.
[01:16.98]Twelve o'clock - the churchbells strike,
[01:29.52]I hear the
[01:29.82]Wolfman's call.
[01:30.15]His eyes are burning deamon-like, this night he get's you all.
[02:12.39]Wolfmoon,
[02:12.81]Wolfmoon burning bright, through the forests of the night,
[02:16.47]Wolfmoon,
[02:16.89]Wolfmoon set him free, from thy gruesome tyranny!
[02:49.80]Oh, young fair maid, did you not see, the moon is full tonight?
[03:02.46]Run -don't walk- from the moorland, flee!
[03:08.67]Before he is in sight...
[03:25.80]To feast upon thy maiden flesh, to eat thy heart and soul.
[04:00.18]Wolfmoon,
[04:00.39]Wolfmoon burning bright, through the forests of the night,
[04:01.47]Wolfmoon,
[04:01.68]Wolfmoon set him free, from thy gruesome tyranny!
When the moon is on the wave,
And the glow-worm in the grass,
And the meteor on the grave,
When the falling stars are shooting,
And the answer'd owls ...
A gold-horned moon hung high -
Its heart began to beat
With the fire of its eye no ember could compete
Wolf-fiend,
Mannwolf,
Loup Garoux
Olden Legend ...
Up on the hill
In picturesque light
Lies peaceful, still
A burial site
The gateway creaks
I scare myself
Some doubtful peeks
The clock strikes twelve
...
Night... silent night
Snow on the roof
My breath turned to ice
My mind was aloof
Cold winter moon
Shone through the reed
Glistering frost
What night f...
A painter I have been
For as long as I can think
But never quenched the feather
Into the firkin of black ink
My motif's been of beauty
Diluted and too...
Night... silent night
Snow on the roof
My breath turned to ice
My mind was aloof
Cold winter moon
Shone through the reed
Glistering frost
What night ...