Lyrics

This chainmail not too far from my heart
Yet my morality is always left with a scar
War-born with the snakes and the thorn
Peel back your mask to reveal your horns
Our bereavement is a tough pill to swallow, I know
Redemption may follow
All is lost but the current brigade
Walk through, lest our honor be waste

My hands are stained with the blood of the wolf
Hide behind your sheep's cloth
Another arrow in the back of the beast
Caters a meal for the father's feast

Faces contorted between aimless and shame
Baseless and forsworn as far as I can see
We're tyrannical and blood drunk
Animals among us
Our bereavement is a tough pill to swallow, I know
Redemption may follow
Sinister is the plot to be played
Triumph brought us here today

My hands are stained with the blood of the wolf
Hide behind your sheep's cloth
Another arrow in the back of the beast
Caters a meal for the father's feast

Blood of the wolf
Blood of the wolf

My hands are stained with the blood of the wolf
These times are very bleak
I try to stand my ground
But I lose my composure
War-born
Blood drunk