Wolves at the Door -

The season of sorrow

The blank stares of horror

As they tear at the children

Blood stains the Land

There’s no sense in fighting

What can’t be subsided

The world as once we’ve known is at an end

Now the wolves are at the door

The wolves are at the door

Beware the red Moon

A fiery eye in black gloom

Screaming his tale of vengeance and war

The rivers shall run red

And those who are not dead

Will weep and will pray «Father we’re lost & alone»

Now the wolves are at the door

The wolves are at the door

The silence of sorrow

The bleak no tomorrow

As the wolves at last crash through the door

Hear the wolves are at the door

Hear the wolves are at the door