Met a man on the road to nowhere And he strode with a silver cane He told me where I might find lodging Met a man on the road to nowhere And he strode with a silver cane He told me where I might find lodging He handed me a cross on a chain The daylight was rapidly fading Over hills where the darkness had filled And this man he gave me a warning "There are werewolves in these hills"
I awoke from my slumber sweating I felt a chill in the gathering gloom I thought I heard a sound in the distance In the hills across the road from my room In the darkness I reached for the relic That I put on the windowsill And I thought of the gentleman's warning "There are werewolves in these hills"
For the rest of the night sleep eluded me And played cruel games with my mind A chorus of anxiety filled me And I prayed for the morning to shine Some monsters are never proven Not caught ever moving, always still But beware when you hear the warning "There are werewolves in these hills"