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We The Heathens - Wolves II текст песни

Исполнитель: We The Heathens

альбом: Regicide


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

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