Wolves' Choir کے بول

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 kill 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 kill Wolves' choir Hear the calling Wolves' choir Hear the song of the fallen Wolves' choir Hear the howling Wolves' choir Hear them singing A choir of lies and deceit