Son of the Wolf

The wolf he has claws, fangs and old scars
His fur is covered in red
Stained by the blood of the innocent slain, He has no regret
There's no mercy for the weak of heart
They'll be trampled down and torn apart
As ruthless as it all may seem
The wild cares not for the weaker beings

Pursuing the scent, the stench of fear, It leads him to his prey
Cold and alone, forever he roams, devouring all in his way
There's no mercy for the weak of heart
They'll be trampled down and torn apart
As ruthless as it all may seem
The wild cares not for the weaker beings
All that he knows is this life of murder to feed his hunger woes
He knows that his soul is damned, for what god would love such a wicked awful man



Credits
Writer(s): Shawn Mavrides
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