Lay Down Rotten ... And Out Come The Wolves
We are all we are-a horde-a pack
We are chained-death in our eyes
A force that cannot be tamed
Out of control-yet so cold
Trained to kill on a silent night
Show your teeth and smell the fear
Out come the wolves
A damned division
Death to all traitors
Outcome the wolves
For victory we strike
Our will is our testament
Try us-weak as your are
Somewhere caught between the lines
Right or wrong
True or false-good and
The instinct for extinction
Out come the wolves
A damned division
Death to all traitors
Outcome the wolves
For victory we strike
Our will is our testament
The scent of fresh blood
Fills the midnight air
No place left to hide
Now, lead us to war
Hear us scream
We call for you
