The Wolves At Your Door

This is my retribution

Your betrayl awoke my ire

Your one life counts as hundreds blood

Drained cast upon the pyre

Empires fall and cities crumble

Still no remorse left for the dead

... and I search for you

In a sea of faces

They're all the same to me

Ask the dead if they'll trade places

... and this wolf you would set free

This wolf you would set free

All light will vanish

Your angels sing no more

The stain of choking prayers

The wolf is at your door

You sit with rival gods

At your feet you find your place in hell

This is my retribution

Your betrayal awoke my life