We came down by the factory

industrial yards where my father did work

When I was a boy, I went too far

I lost the thread in the darkest of space

My jumper is soaked in pig's blood

If you pull a hatchet

I'll pull something to match it

How about your wife?

I will give her a good life

My vehicle is in

your drive

Hey, I'm not that low

The wolves came on the radio

transmitting through a portal

in the snowy atlas mountains