I know a place, it seems really strange Some things will never change Thunder and lightning lining my eyes Even though the bats fill up the skies But in the pale light of the moon You'll maybe see the wolf bane bloom Ancient voices will appear Call the hunted don't tread here You may be pure of heart and pure of soul But you'll become a wolf when the moon is full And in the pale light of the moon You're gonna see the wolf bane bloom