Met a man on the road to nowhere And he strode with a silver cane He told me where I might find lodging He handed me a cross on a chain The daylight was rapidly fading Over hills where the darkness had filled And this man he gave me a warning "There are werewolves in these hills" I awoke from my slumber sweating I felt a chill in the gathering gloom I thought I heard a sound in the distance In the hills across the road from my room In the darkness I reached for the relic That I put on the windowsill And I thought of the gentleman's warning "There are werewolves in these hills" For the rest of the night sleep eluded me And played cruel games with my mind A chorus of anxiety filled me And I prayed for the morning to shine Some monsters are never proven Not caught ever moving always still Nut beware when you hear the warning "There are werewolves in these hills" In these hills