Athol - Wolf People

I am the blistering hands of those who work all day

Growing strong and calloused as your own grow soft and pale

And aching like the magnet hearts of those you sent away

All I had I gave to you

Now it is gone what is there left to lose?

In this hand I carry a torch, the other holds a knife

I offer here all I possess, no bargain for to strike

For I will take by force what I’ve been owed for all my life

Rising like the dead

On the day of reckoning

Using the tools that we’d been lent to strike our masters down

And even if your dogs do run me down, my brother will remain

Growing in a farmhouse too colossal to contain

And he’ll pour forth like floodwater the moment I am slain