The Wolves of Paris (Act ii) - Crown The Empire

When the days had grown shortest, and the leaves all died

When life became scarce

And all was 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