Letra de The Wolves Of Paris (Act II) - Crown The Empire

When the days are the shortest, and leaves have all died
When life becomes scarce, and all is covered in ice
There lived a pack of wolves against every odd
That grew hungry and tired and needed to hunt
They'd sneak in to the towns in the dead of the night
And seek fire for comfort and warmth in the light
And though they weren't evil, and knew it was wrong
They couldn't escape..
The lust for the blood