Howling Season Lyrics

Mystical fog, the moon
Slips beneath the clouds
The forest dances with the wind
One of these nights, better say locked up
Sleepless nights loom ahead

Arm yourself

Bob Smith and friends recall
Countless rumors of werewolves
Prowling on this countryside
Disbelief leads them to a house

The entire night was silent for them
Only filled with dread, no visitors
A proposal was made
To sleep in the forest
When darkness falls

Braves sitting around a campfire
Suddenly, a strange howling could be heard
Clouds disperse, the moon appears
Shinning bright
Divine mistress of the night
Too late ! Surrounding them, glowing red eyes
Are everywhere and nowhere to hide

Damned fools, yesterday was a mockery
Tonight's a full moon
You can't escape my demonic passion
To see you mangled