A Hill To Die Upon Season Of The Starved Wolf
[Music by Adam Cook; lyrics by Steve Southard]
["The strength of the wolf determines the strength of the pack; the strength of the pack determines the strength of the wolf."
- Rudyard Kipling
Man's wolfish nature turns upon those closest to him as a survival technique.
Some say this is an evolutionary instinct, but sin instinct needs no evolution to breed malice.
Steve's lyrics are based upon a dream in which he was a small child in a village stalked by wolves.
Such vivid dreamscapes, such animal violence, we truly are a morbid race.
Steve's lyrics capture perfectly what we experience human to human.]
Another night brings uncertain hunger
And one more moon might satisfy that
My eyes were meant to sift through shadows
With razor teeth I ache and wait for the hunt
My eyes were meant to sift through shadows
The taste of blood sits well on the tip of my tongue
Who's the unlucky mortal whom fate has forgotten?
Around this town, my dear, the hunt is the law
And now you answer to my jaw
What mindless cattle left their behind to come find mine?
For years we've fed by the moon,
Haunting, awaiting the nightfall
We'll allow you days but after dark we claim these woods
Beware the moon!
And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire
Right through the belly of hell
And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire
Right through the belly of hell itself
Straight through the fire, straight through the belly of hell, straight through the fire
And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire
Right through the belly of hell
And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire
Right through the belly of hell itself
We are the wolves
We are the hunger
But beware the moon, we are the night
We are the wolves
We are the hunger
But beware the moon, the hunt is law
