Not a man, its a wolf you see
London to Paris, now its in Raleigh
Theres something wrong in this place
I feel a change upon my face
And the undead will haunt me
By full moon, I begin to change
Burning up, have I gone insane?
Theres something wrong in this place
I feel a change upon my face
And the undead will haunt me
The next night I will stalk my prey
Down McDowell, inside Kings they play
After their blood do I thirst
Only Widow can stop this curse
And the undead will be free