Beware ye, who enter this land tonight, the Meadowolf runs free
The curse it spreads, given not by bite, but just as deadly
Seductive are its eyes, powerless to look away, drawn into its embrace
Its coat you'll long to feel and soon it will have its way. It thrusts into your soul.
Warned you are of this creature who roams the dark, trust the pounding of your heart
Easy prey you'll be and nothing can protect your flesh, the moon it sets the mood
Take care on this path and guard your purity! This, it craves like meat.
Hear the howling of the fiend. It cries out to spill its see; it will not be denied its feast!
Lust of the Meadowolf, passion of the beast.
Another is made upon its release.