By the light of the moon
the twisting begins inside
the change is coming soon
then there's nowhere to hide

a contortion of the soul
a changing of the mind
as the hair and teeth grow
thoughts become so unkind

now the change is complete
this village fills with doom
claws on its hands and feet
as it runs among the gloom

a victim is torn to shreds
we hear the desperate cries
hiding in our beds
and covering up our eyes