[Music by Adam Cook; lyrics by Steve Southard]



["The strength of the wolf determines the strength of the pack; the strength of the pack determines the strength of the wolf."

- Rudyard Kipling



Man's wolfish nature turns upon those closest to him as a survival technique.

Some say this is an evolutionary instinct, but sin instinct needs no evolution to breed malice.

Steve's lyrics are based upon a dream in which he was a small child in a village stalked by wolves.

Such vivid dreamscapes, such animal violence, we truly are a morbid race.

Steve's lyrics capture perfectly what we experience human to human.]



Another night brings uncertain hunger

And one more moon might satisfy that



My eyes were meant to sift through shadows

With razor teeth I ache and wait for the hunt

My eyes were meant to sift through shadows

The taste of blood sits well on the tip of my tongue



Who's the unlucky mortal whom fate has forgotten?

Around this town, my dear, the hunt is the law

And now you answer to my jaw

What mindless cattle left their behind to come find mine?

For years we've fed by the moon, 

Haunting, awaiting the nightfall

We'll allow you days but after dark we claim these woods

Beware the moon! 



And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire

Right through the belly of hell

And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire

Right through the belly of hell itself



Straight through the fire, straight through the belly of hell, straight through the fire



And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire

Right through the belly of hell

And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire

Right through the belly of hell itself



We are the wolves

We are the hunger

But beware the moon, we are the night



We are the wolves

We are the hunger

But beware the moon, the hunt is law