You know I’m kind of feeling Like a WEREWOLF Got this hair growing Out of my SKIN Well I’m locked in a cage called a ‘Curse of the Cold’ Ride my rain while I sing Walls of Thin … I suppose you Could catch me by nightfall... When the VEIL Has lifted it’s SHIFT And I howl At the plight ‘Til the mo-on has come... To a crescent I smell for this…...Learn More