time The vicious beast Cerebus, three heads, blooded eyes Tears his talons through the air, all the skinners cry Down, be still thy cursed wolf The master
Up and down the riverbed Sweating wild and weird In our Sunday clothes Jenny was gone Though I thought that I knew her And the rain came howling Out
He's a bird dog Johnny sings a love song Like a bird Sings the sweetest love song You ever heard But when he sings to my gal What a howl To me he's just a wolf
day You're on my trail And I can't get away I can't shake you off You're a wolf on the prowl You got my scent and I can hear you howl No where to run
trade like the dow jones Let them up, hope he got his tie on I ain't at the moon and get my howl on Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush And when
I'm trapped in his spell Tonight (tonight, tonight), yeah I'm going, I'm going I'm going to Hell, inside his spell Howl like a wolf And a witch will
, red, desire, It was the wolf in me, I howled the cold night through, The year I ran as a wolf, Tonight the food is you, In The Year Of The Wolf, all
your lives a cosmic joke Fill your days with piss and smoke The wolf waits at your door Burn and dance, burn and dance Sex, death, torture, false romance Whoop and howl
is where we lived Better known as Queenbridge [Nas] Nas, Nas you don't stop Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't
mind. I'm goin', I'm goin', I'm goin'. Well, ride me babe Hang on to my hat Ride me babe Hang on to my hat I'll howl like a wolf Scream like an alley
he'll make the sweet substance drip from the middle of your hillbilly lips and like the farmer milk his cow the Howling Wolf will howl and since times
lacked the consciences to pray Our horses running like a devil chase us Their feet, they hardly touched the ground Yes, I'm familiar with a grey wolf howling
can I tell you If you don't listen, why should I speak If you're indifferent, how can I reach you Just 'cos you're angry don't assume I'm weak Howling Wolf
repeating? Consumed by time, what will last? Hear the screams of the tawny owl, a certain sign of death. Beware of the howling wolf, roaming through
's woe. When a dirge did rise to Her skylit eye From the lone winter's colde They fear'd that the wolf was nigh Awakened its Majestie of olde Nights
into the deep falling, even to eternity down falling, [6] And weep [and bow thy reverend locks.] [7] In her trembling hands she took the new born terror, howling