The Wolves

The wolves watch and wait as their prey wander aimlessly
heedless of what is to be, all so damning and foreboding
An animalistic grin forms on their lips as they prepare themselves
with a final howl at the waning sun of mankind, they launch towards the throats of men

Entities of their own creation
turn against the hand that feeds
A full moon is over the scene undescribable
Unprovoked is the nature of their kill

A feeding frenzy turns the tide of the world
Puffs of snow turn crimson and visceral
Against malcreation the nature does turn
Violation of evolution they churn

Now the wolves switch their attention
A yellow orb eyes at your face
Snarling its victory of man
And in seconds the wolves are gone

Crawl out of the shadows
Show us your cowardly face

A howl in the midnight world
Warns you of the coming storm
Awoken has that which you shouldn't have awoken
A presence to spell the doom
Exordium of our conclusion
Irreversible course on a path of no return

Entities of their own creation
turn against the hand that feeds
A full moon is over the scene undescribable
Unprovoked is the nature of their kill

A feeding frenzy turns the tide of the world
Puffs of snow turn crimson and visceral
Against malcreation the nature does turn
Violation of evolution they churn

See a light so inviting at the end
Adrift in the middle of a vortex of snow
Only to awaken to hear them growl

Here you are on the run again
Ignorant of the things you've done
The lupine jaws snap at your heels
Even in your dreams you feel the chills

A howl in the midnight world
Warns you of the coming storm
Awoken has that which you shouldn't have awoken
A presence to spell the doom
Exordium of our conclusion
Irreversible course on a path of no return

And so it goes on and on, never at peace after dawn
Forever cursed to your form
The pack is calling in to mourn
Abomination of steel, wolf and man, the irony of fate is grand