The wind is cold
Awaken the senses
A scent of weakness in the air
Sliding through trees
Dead leaves underfoot
Following the trail of man
A hundred smells
Ripe and strong
Yet one standing out like a beacon
An aura of impuissance
The fate of a feeble mind
Bloodlust
Baring teeth
Moving in for the k**
Wolves' choir
Hear the calling
Wolves' choir
Hear the song of the fallen
Ashes falling
Like soft grey snow
Silently hunting the prey
Racing faster
Rotting earth beneath
A pale grey sky above
Encircling the prey
Aiming for the throat
The hunted yields
Yet none will hear the pleading
Teeth to flesh
Tearing and bleeding
A feast for crows
Laid to rest in the soil
Bloodlust
Baring teeth
Moving in for the k**
Wolves' choir
Hear the calling
Wolves' choir
Hear the song of the fallen
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Wolves' choir
Hear the howling
Wolves' choir
Hear them singing
A choir of lies and deceit