Nothing can tame the beast within Not chains, or rope, or time He has no will, he has no hope He cannot stop his crime For even a man who's pure at heart And says his prairs at night Will change into a warewolf When the moon is full and bright A gypsy looked apon his hand And turned her face away "You have the curse, you have the mark And a warewolf you will stay" For even a man who's pure at heart And says his prairs at night Will change into a warewolf When the moon is full and bright