Damn me in chains, if I become another terror
under the reflections of nights.
The first terror was a werewolf from the creeks,
who spanked fear out of the first children.
Now, who will damn me into chains,
now the reconciliation of the moon
and my body is ripped apart from the witch curse?
All I do is to bound myself,
until the transformation get calmed,
until the full moon disappears.