I look upon the night sky, And lady moon stares at me. I greet her like usual, But she seems like an enemy.
She knows of my secret, Knows it very well. She watches me transform into a drunken monster under her blinding rays.
As I twist in agony, She smiles as she knows of my slight change of color, The color of my attitude. I rise, I rise and howl to lady moon, Like it's my last night as a monster.
And it is, As she Burns the world as I watch my fur burn up in flames, I dig my claws into my burning flesh. I guess it was fit for me to die a monster.