Fang and Fur

With winter came cold Death The white Siberian breath It howled across the plains Freezing the blood inside your veins I rip my way through flesh and bone to dominate Unite the packs under my howl Pale helpless prey Will die today Die in a storm of fang and fur The super pack It will attack Kill under my command They left the church with horse and sleigh Bride and groom they led the way Scared horses stopped in thin tracks Before an unholy blood cloud of lack When the winters become to hard and all the prey dies Then they unite the packs, into thousands of wolves Hunger is the god of tundra and flesh must be hunted So beware you soft humans, no one is safe From upon the ridge we saw them come In moments they were overrun