I live the lie Of the direwolf **** what must be killed Spilling lifeblood Without conscious thought Stolen innocence, Being stilled Therein lies the essence Of what it is to be me You are sheep in evenessance Packaged meat you be Though we share The same tortured soul Is less than nothing to me You are prey I am control Feeding constantly So take your gift of intelligence Know fear throughout the land Running now would make a lot of sence For the hour of the wolf is at hand. Hy