Lupus Cruor hardens the veins a thousand knives have failed to slay.
To the best the boys betrayed as the howling stalk the falling day.
To seven serpents I am chained, dragged behind my souls decay.
All empathy it slips away as the Wolvesblood calls and has its way.
I warn you the battle is over, the heart that you seek is no more.
No love, no hope of curing what I have embraced with open arms.
Now I seek no shelter nor the warmth of home.
I have shed all human failings
And made a kingdom in the cold.
Countless days in numbing cold until painless hours steeled my soul.
Awash in flesh and greed I bowed,
And stood anew with iron bones.
Your arms that take, invertebrate.
The venom k**ed all hope for me.
You only hurt the ones you love so I'll take my heart and rip it out.