The days are growing shorter and the nights are growing cold The leaves are all but dying as the chill of winter grows The tale to you we tell is one of angst and fear Of hunters and of howling and of gnashing blood and sneers When the moon is highest there'll be a deafening sound To call upon and awaken ancient prey under the ground The air with fill with snarls and howls from the peaks United all across the earth lycans await the feast No mercy given no mercy shown This night is not but theirs There is no breathing beast that will be spared The fields will turn a red And the forest into a grave There is no god to call upon to save From the hunt we must run (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Under the lycan moon mothers will weep We all long and pray for dawn (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) On the bloodiest night even the strong are sheep ♪ Frantic minds dissolve and all struggle to flee Rampant the wolven terror spreads vastly like a disease They'll never have their fill, they'll never quench their thirst 'Till ancient prey of old or new rot back into the earth Why must the innocent fall in our brothers blood we bathe If no god answers the call then to whom do we pray These questions I do ask in the hour were slain The moon and the sky Appears to be red in the mist of our blood in the air And the whiteness The whiteness of fangs is all I can see I can see as I fall into darkness ♪ An earth controlled by fear a core of hate and greed All spinning on an axis stable as the tempered seas Rigged is the game we play our struggle fuels the machine That soon will consume all of us abandon your hopes and dreams Hopes and dreams Your Hopes and dreams Your Hopes and dreams