enderanjin

Yeah, when I was only 17,/
I could hear the angels whispering/
So I droned into the woods and wandered aimlessly about/
Until I heard my mother shouting through the fog/
It turned out to be the howling of a dog/
Or a wolf to be exact, the sound sent shivers down my back/
But I was drawn into the pack and before long/
They allowed me to join in and sing their song/
So from the cliffs and highest hill, yeah/
We would gladly get our fill/
Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn/
And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong/
For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah/
And my thoughts, they surely were/
Turned to instinct and obedience to God.