A grey dark skin,
A few of red meat,
A group of mass wolf,
A wooden of big trees,

Sneaking below the snow,
Picking the fresh brewed coffee,
Howling like in the first moon,
Enchanting the beast protective,

A white red hat from the Edwardians,
Werewolf surround her way,
A silent boy coming down,
With a thousand words to say,

That it's painful being left alone,
And faces the upcoming danger,
In...