The wood is rough against his skin
As he anchors himself down
There’s a full moon rising in the sky
He must protect his little town

He feels the change down to his core
And tries not to cry out
But when the rope digs into his skin
A snarl is brought about

Sweat breaks out over his body
And he writhes in agony
The beast inside, fights to the surface
Longing for total insanity

Bones break, muscles stretch
But this is not for the first time
Nor the last, for the cycle will go on
Till someone puts an end to his crime

The rope snaps and he falls to all four
Gasping to catch his breath
The panic sets in as his vision blurs
And he senses the grip of death

Then just as quick as it came
The pain is gone again
And in his place is left a wolf
With eyes full of sin