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
