Werehuman Minute

Moon at her Zenith
Is she ever weakening ?
My sharp fangs and my thick fur never fade
Beginning as a wolf to stay as a wolf
Stayed to be alone to die alone
From pack to pack, from herd to herd
Only shepherds, and sheeps who want to climb the cliff
Can’t they see the storm is coming, why they all look at the deer ?
My pack, the real one, is so far away
Meanwhile, I disguise

The illusion is perfect
How long before the moon ?
Filling in her chalice, she is inebriating all the crazy onеs
The transformation is operating and men arе despairing
I would love so much to be a wolf forever
I miss the pack, where it is ?

Mountains call the herbs
And beaches bring the war ships
I would love so much to be a wolf forever
I miss the pack, where it is ?
I miss the pack, where it is ?
I miss the pack, where it is ?