Diabolical - Wolves' Choir lyrics

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 [2x] Wolves' choir Hear the howling Wolves' choir Hear them singing A choir of lies and deceit