Werewolf of Paris

As though wanton, obsessed Neither man, nor beast Dig, dig

This bloodlust, this nightmare Some pagan God’s conceived Dig, Dig

Francis, my friend, have you said your prayers tonight?

Francis, my friend, have you said your prayer’s tonight? ‘ere you walk hand-in-hand with the devil ‘neath the pale moonlight, Francis, my friend, have you said your prayer’s tonight?