It won't come marching in or kick in your door

There'll be no writing in red letters

It will not call itself by names you've heard before

It won't crawl up from elit cellars

This ghost is pinstriped, not some fool inside a sheet

There'll be no great parades, no gallops in the street

It'll have a handsome smile and greet you as a friend

Just when you thought you were forsaken

It'll give you a house, a job and make you feel great again

And see the bloodlines reawaken

As all the lone wolves come together as a pack

Then you may realize but there'll be no turning back