Luyện nghe bài hát Lycanthropy

is in his blood,
and spreads to he slays.
metamorphosis,
by day.
But when the is waxing,
and all the asleep.
woods and fields,
the he will creep.

a man who is pure heart,
and his prayers at night ..
can become a when the wolfsbane blooms,
and the moon is bright.

He instinctively to kill,
the he loves the best.
He'll his teeth, growl and snarl,
and upon you death.

His eyes will glare in hate,
silver-grey will shine.
grip you in his muscular arms,
and on your flesh will dine.