These woods I wander, these forlorn fields I roam
Black, dried leaves crackle wherever I tread
I have seen every vale and mountain, never had a steady home
I dwell everywhere and survive each day… But I long to be dead!
The full moon rises….. Oh! The horrible urge that follows!
I am compelled to greet Sister Luna with my howling cries
My body shivers at the sound of my own voice; so sonorous and hollow!
I lift my tortured head towards the stars, and shriek at the cold skies!
I trod… I growl… I hunt… I haunt
I weep… I yearn… I suffer… I sigh
The hamlets I visit are now filled with the people I daunt
Little knowing it is from the wilderness of pain from which I fly!
I am a monster, this is all I will be known as
I am a man, but no one will deign me such!
Of the curse that I was born in, the knowledge no one has
The rituals I am forced to follow… I loathe them awfully much!
If you spot my distorted shape, if you cross paths with me
Will see the soul of a wolf, or the heart of a man?
Will you shed tears for my misfortune, or will you scream and flee?
I beg you to see the human in me, and not the brother of a wolf clan!