Dead Vows They Are Predatory
The hour of the wolf, the time is here and now.
To die, to face the fears of your worst nightmares and
the times that will come around again and again.
The wolf is at the door to bring us death, to choke us in
our beds of regret.
Predators will hunt you down wherever you’ll try to hide.
The hour of the wolf, a sick and twisted time.
Nightmares come alive.
Well it’s time to die, to feel the teeth come through the
skin.
To feel the blood run down.
Will we ever rise again?
The hour of the wolf will come to bring us death.
