[Intro / Chorus Part A: close low tenor; horror drone and distant guitar harmonics] Bar the door. Smother the flame. Something in the fog knows my name. [Drop / Chorus Part B: 110 BPM synth pulse, filthy bass, drums and wide distorted guitars] Werewolf. Werewolf. It stands where my mother stood. It calls to me in her voice With its claws against the wood. Bar the door. Hold fast till dawn. Do not sing the answer back. Werewolf. Werewolf. There is mud upon the latch. [Post-Chorus: drums cut; bass and delayed guitar linger] Hold the door. Hold the door. [Verse 1: muted guitar drives the pulse; fiddle scratches beneath it] The mill wheel jammed before first light. The water backed into the lane. A sheep lay folded by the wall. The dogs would not go near its remains. The shepherd came back without boots. He said he’d left them by the well. We found them hanging in an oak, Still tied, with mud inside as well. [Pre-Chorus: cello climbs; guitar tremolo grows] He washed his hands. The water ran dark. He said a man had called for help. He would not say who spoke. [Full Chorus: Part A pulls back; Part B hits harder] Bar the door. Smother the flame. Something in the fog knows my name. Werewolf. Werewolf. It stands where my mother stood. It calls to me in her voice With its claws against the wood. Bar the door. Hold fast till dawn. Do not sing the answer back. Werewolf. Werewolf. There is mud upon the latch. [Post-Chorus: guitar echoes the “Werewolf” melody] Hold the door. Hold the door. [Verse 2: churning post-punk bass, tight drums, wavering guitar] Old Merrin heard his brother call From the well behind the byre. His brother died the winter past. Merrin knew he could not be there. He leaned across the mossy stones. Five fingers gripped the other side. He ran until he reached the church And found the shepherd locked inside. The shepherd said, “It followed me.” Then someone knocked upon the door. Three little knocks. The way his wife Had knocked each night before she died. [Pre-Chorus: synth and cello swell; instruments stop on “bolt”] No one moved. It knocked again. The shepherd knew the sound. He reached to draw the bolt. [Full Chorus: wide dreamgaze guitars over a driving darkwave pulse] Bar the door. Smother the flame. Something in the fog knows my name. Werewolf. Werewolf. It stands where my mother stood. It calls to me in her voice With its claws against the wood. Bar the door. Hold fast till dawn. Do not sing the answer back. Werewolf. Werewolf. There is mud upon the latch. [Guitar Solo: no vocal; 16 bars] [First 8 bars: a low, mournful lead repeats the “Werewolf” melody over pulsing bass and synth.] [Next 8 bars: guitar bends turn ragged; a second distorted guitar answers, drums pound harder, feedback rises.] [Cut everything on the final note.] [Bridge / Breakdown: close voice, horror drone, amp hum] My mother sang outside my house. She’d been dead for seven years. I knew the little pause she took Before the line that made me sleep. I held the bolt. I let her sing. I watched the gap beneath the door. The song stopped halfway through a word. Behind me, someone sang the rest. [Break: whispered; one guitar string rings out] The door was barred. The window shut. I heard its breath Against my neck. [Final Chorus: Part A alone; long pause; Part B explodes with guitars at full force] Bar the door. Smother the flame. Something in the room knows my name. Werewolf. Werewolf. It stands where my mother stood. It calls to me in her voice While its claws rake through the wood. Bar the door. Hold fast till dawn. Do not sing the answer back. Werewolf. Werewolf. There is mud inside the latch. [Outro: abrupt silence; low tenor and one fading guitar note] At first light, count the living. Count the children one by one. The youngest hums my mother’s song. He stops before the final line.
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