Wolves' Choir - Diabolical

The wind is cold

Awaken the senses

A scent of weakness in the air

Sliding through trees

Dead leaves underfoot

Following the trail of man

A hundred smells

Ripe and strong

Yet one standing out like a beacon

An aura of impuissance

The fate of a feeble mind

Bloodlust

Baring teeth

Moving in for the kill

Wolves' choir

Hear the calling

Wolves' choir

Hear the song of the fallen

Ashes falling

Like soft grey snow

Silently hunting the prey

Racing faster

Rotting earth beneath

A pale grey sky above

Encircling the prey

Aiming for the throat

The hunted yields

Yet none will hear the pleading

Teeth to flesh

Tearing and bleeding

A feast for crows

Laid to rest in the soil

Bloodlust

Baring teeth

Moving in for the kill

Wolves' choir

Hear the calling

Wolves' choir

Hear the song of the fallen

Wolves' choir

Hear the howling

Wolves' choir

Hear them singing

A choir of lies and deceit

Wolves' choir

Hear the calling

Wolves' choir

Hear the song of the fallen

Wolves' choir

Hear the howling

Wolves' choir

Hear them singing

A choir of lies and deceit