... And Out Come the Wolves

We are all we are-a horde-a pack

We are chained-death in our eyes

A force that cannot be tamed

Out of control-yet so cold

Trained to kill on a silent night

Show your teeth and smell the fear

Out come the wolves

A damned division

Death to all traitors

Outcome the wolves

For victory we strike

Our will is our testament

Try us-weak as your are

Somewhere caught between the lines

Right or wrong

True or false-good and

The instinct for extinction

Out come the wolves

A damned division

Death to all traitors

Outcome the wolves

For victory we strike

Our will is our testament

The scent of fresh blood

Fills the midnight air

No place left to hide

Now, lead us to war

Hear us scream

We call for you