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(groan) Beneath the copper-coloured sky
The fever starts to take control
A wild hunger in the eye
A shadow tearing through the soul
The moon is rising high tonight We feel the changes start to
grow
There is no running from the light And everything is bound to
blow
Welcome to the werewolf unholy opera!
(howl) Hear the choir of the wild call your name
In the darkness we are singing our gloria!
Nothing ever is going to feel the same
The silver bullets hit the floor
Our claws are carving out the night
You cannot lock the temple door
No hope of surviving the fight
The moon is rising high tonight We feel the changes start to
grow
There is no running from the light And everything is bound to
blow
Welcome to the werewolf unholy opera! (howl)
Hear the choir of the wild call your name
In the darkness we are singing our gloria!
Nothing ever is going to feel the same (rip)
We are the pack
We are the beast
There is no turning back
Now we feast! (howl)
Unholy opera...