From the start you open your eyes
We are bred to despise 
The creatures that live in the dark
The howls that stop your heart 

Light the fires in the night
Hide in homes out of site
Pray the tails [bad word] [bad word] That the hunters are out for you

The howls of the timber wolfs 
The cry s of the days of old
The howls of the timber wolfs 
The bringers of deaths bloody scythe

From the moon to the clouds
The fog of night they hide in the shrouds
From the pants to the growls 
Feel your heart its beating so loud

Beg for merry beg for peace 
Mares left bloody dead in the street
Feeling helpless feeling week
Fall back home your the one they seek

The howls of the timber wolfs 
The cry s of the days of old
The howls of the timber wolfs 
The bringers of deaths bloody scythe

From the start they where born 
From the lifeless magic of the swarm
They were promised then betrayed
Worthless artefacts to be slayed

feeling lost feeling scared 
smashed down and no one cared
feeling hate feeling week
now revenge on all they will reap 

The howls of the timber wolfs 
The cry s of the days of old
The howls of the timber wolfs 
The bringers of deaths bloody scythe