Outside I hear the wolf It is howling at my door. My mistress is the night, And she's calling me her whore. Looking in my windows, And clawing at my pane, The wolf is growling, but All I hear is my name. It's nails are softly clicking On the floor of my mind. Sadistically it is tricking Me, and I know that it's my time. Inside walks a wolf, And its yellow eyes are mine.