Hanging Garden Wolves Cry Out
Ravaged with hate into bleeding ground that suffocates
Once haunting desires fade away with anguished cries
Nature bent on revenge
Voice of perdition screaming
Outburst is close
Howls catching our cores, one last overthrow
There is no escape
This time the wolves cry out for blood abhorrent of our kind
This time our hearts will be ripped apart
They will spare no life
Outlived is our time
Scenes of the future in the red pouring rain
Witness our false beliefs drown
We are not the chosen ones
This time the wolves cry out for blood abhorrent of our kind
This time our hearts will be ripped apart
Outlived is our time
Unforgiven, our crimes
No one can spare our lives
Came the day of deceiving lies
The moment of going away
No strength left to arise
Innosence profaned by unwell mind
