We are the wolves outside your door That will, devour the flock And feast, upon the flesh Of those, who would subdue us
So keep an ear to the ground And your head above the water Or else you'll find Yourself, lead to this slaughter
Time will tell secrets But the dead will tell no tales I'll peel the flesh from your face Just to take a taste Of the beauty, thats made you so Damn proud
With your bones I will make A melody To tug At your heart strings An ode To all Of the truly Beautiful things That you destroyed
Tell me Does it feel good To have their blood On your hands?
I can't believe That it's come to this Oh no I can't I can't believe That you've become this
Rotting away You've become Useless
And with no legs Left to spread You will never Find love again
So wipe that smile Off your face And Hail to the king Hail to the king
