Where I am about to fare a black shroud hangs over the land
Crucifixes on window panes, they believe in magickal ways
Dim lights on the bloodstained sand lend me their helping hand
This mystery I unveil, it's the work for which I get paid
In the woods where the wolfsbane blooms
Lost girl, little helpless fool
Slumbering as the moonfire burns
Her guts outside it turns
Blood streams in the light of moon
Flesh reaped, now it's time to return
To a form of common weak man
No-one ever understands
I am the wolfslayer
Yet my silver's begun to rust
Old mad man they call me
I can't expect no friendly trust
Why do I feel lonesome, hollow?
I was born to feel no sorrow
I have seen the world we live in
There's no taking without giving
Why do I feel lonesome, hollow?
I was born to feel no sorrow
I have seen the fires burning
Witches with their screaming children
She bares the pentagram and is doomed to eternal hell
Masked demons following us... hell is here, I can tell
As I load my faithful guns I have no fear as I fare upon
The narrow path to the darkest woods where beasts breath in my ears
I am the wolfslayer
Yet my silver's begun to rust
Please hear my words my lord as she casts on me their spell
Let me pass from the gates in heaven, don't let me burn in hell
