Way of the Wolf

Listen to them howl,
Such Feral creatures of the night,
They came from mountains high,
With a thirst for blood.

Mortality reaches maximum,
As the dead pile in the streets,
Cold winds bear the stench,
That awaken this evil.

Hounds of the Moon,
Servants to the dark,
Hounds of the Moon,
The way of all flesh,
Hounds of the Moon,
Unleashed to devour.

God for the faults of man,
Has struck this world,
Hell's creatures of the night,
Deliver divine death.

Hounds of the Moon,
Servants to the dark,
Hounds of the Moon,
The way of all flesh,
Hounds of the Moon,
Unleashed to devour.