You Are the Hunted - A Storm Of Light

You were the hunted

You were the strong

Eyes of fire

Scarring the fawn

You were the whispers

We feared in the night

Swarming our hearts

Stealing our light

The hour of the wolves

Is rising upon us

We were the meek

Poisoned and killed

Now we seek

The iron will

We are the poor

Behind your back

Plotting the end

A seething attack

The hour of the wolves

Is rising upon us

You are the hunted

We are the strong

Eyes of fire

Bright as the dawn

The hour of the wolves

Is rising upon us

The hour of the wolves

Has risen

You are the hunted