To The Wolves

I’m fighting hard for life
Oh my kin, my friend
Cast away the blade of haunted times
Take the path to light
So this is, this is the world
Of our fathers’ making
Good intentions now refused
Now refused

This is not what I foresaw
All my life unravelling
In tragedies and tombs
This is not what I foresaw
All my love irradiating
Like an open wound

Hold my ever aching limbs
Wandering in death
Arise and we’ll walk the path of gods
So tonight let’s cut the rope that hangs your ghost

Oh, we’ve got a crisis
On our bloody hands
But this is what we want
And with a haunted love comes sacrifice
Looks like we’ve got a crisis
Slipping through like shaking sand
This is the night we lie
Awake embraced in lovers’ hands

Cast across the land

So this is love, for the first and last
Oh, the death marked dream
Becomes the real

Oh God, I wish
This night would go on like this forever
These hands have seen love a thousand times
But never like this, never like this
All I’ve ever seen
The darkest days and the lightest dreams
Fade away tonight