Men in the village pub are drinking beer. Owl is hooting hoo hoo can you hear ? Yes it came time for me to sing you my Werewolf Serenade of Love. Oh how did I used to love those warm Bavarian Summer nights. The fireflys with their forever twinkling mistique lights. Deep forests and their scarry shadows. Silver dew on the forest meadows. Yes it is time for me to sing for you my Werewolf Serenade of Love.
