The image of my wolves shredding your flesh.
Drinking your blood oh so fucking fresh.
I wish there was another way, a way you would still be the same.
But you started playing a game.
So I start with writing a bash.
After that I’ll grab a knife and I’ll slash.
And when you’re cut into little pieces, I’ll take my boots and trash!
The Wardens of the night are after you.
The wolves can do to you, whatever the fuck they want to do.
You Provoked the psycopath within.
So I shall let you suffer under the ultimate sin.
To give in to hunger in my heart.
To defend my work of art.
To kick you down and make you bow.
I’ll make you swear loyalty.
To my given royalty.
Our bond that went beyond blood is over.
The only thing you can do is sink lower and lower.
Untill you are beneath the fucking ground.
Being one with it, forever bound.
Untill even your skeleton fades away.
SO yeah, either me or the wolves.
We’re coming