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Witchery - The Howling
Lone wolfs howl - this fullmoons night
The sound is faint but clear
Noone wonders - all of us know why
People have dissapeared
The townsmen gather those who dare
Torches are lit and set aflare
They must find this ghastly being
Somesay a werewolf has been seen
Sound out the call
The hunt is tonight
Let loose the dogs
To chase this back to Hell!
A hundred men - they storm the hills
The dogs have found a lead
A shadow moves, part man - part wolf
In the distance he starts to flee
They must find this ghastly being
Somesay a werewolf has been seen
Sound out the call
The hunt is tonight
Let loose the dogs
To chase this back to... Hell!
Drive the stake - right thru the heart
He must never, to rise again
Silvercoins - placed in the mouth
Sets the werewolfs corpse to flames
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