Great powers of
darkness
hear me well !
As I am casting a
magic spell
up on to this
innocent soul.
And
when the full moon
will be
on the rise.
Stupper her senses
blind her eyes
made her
to be my easy pray !
=
My great grandfather
did teach me
this so ancient
Werewolf chant.
Many many years ago
back in his small cabbin
what was
hidden so well
deep with inn the
Dark forests of Bavaria.
=
I was still just a young
and naive
Werewolf cup
all then.
On the one side
eyeing already all my
kindergarten
class mates.
And on other
taking my full joy in
ravishing
the sweet white spotted
Fawns.
Or
to be sneeking up on
to the
mortal danger unsuspecting
cuddly Bunnies
of the
Europian Haire.
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