When full moon's on the sky
I'm becoming wolf.
Everything I see must die;
I'm a spirit of the night.

I am looking for fresh blood
When I am wolf;
And I can't, I cannot stop;
I am living in the mud.

{Wolf! The ghost of the night.
 Wolf is afraid of the light.
 Wolf has a magic and might.
 Wolf! Spirit of the night.}

When I feel the taste of meat
I'm becoming wolf;
And everybody who sees it
Must be afraid and must be bit.

I'm always hungry, I want blood
When I am wolf.
I have seen so much of mud;
And no one will make me stop!