When the days had grown shortest,
and the leaves all died.
When life became scarce
and all was covered in ice.
There lived a pack
of wolves against every odd.
That grew hungry and tired
and needed to hunt.
They'd sneak in to the towns
in the dead of the night.
And seek fire for comfort
and warmth in the light.
And though they weren't evil,
and knew it was wrong.
They couldn't escape,
the l*** for the blood.
and the leaves all died.
When life became scarce
and all was covered in ice.
There lived a pack
of wolves against every odd.
That grew hungry and tired
and needed to hunt.
They'd sneak in to the towns
in the dead of the night.
And seek fire for comfort
and warmth in the light.
And though they weren't evil,
and knew it was wrong.
They couldn't escape,
the l*** for the blood.