The wolves are bound to leave for heaven
Their eyes are sparkling with cold leaden
The order into fortune-telling
Was not received yet
Another target round the clock
It's either wall hills or hill walls
And in the wait lies for the hawks
Another wolves' pack
With back to wind and yet, oh,
Somebody's soul may
Get free of burden
It'll save but never will help
Feeling it skin deep
The soul gone stray
They never dream or word it right
They've outgrown their fathers' plight
And down it seems goes their might
To kill their foes
With fame and pillory in blood
They bathe in death, they bathe in love
The Wolf, however long he's fed
Can never get it.
With back to wind and yet, oh,
Somebody's soul may
Get free of burden
It'll save but never will help
Feeling it skin deep
The soul gone stray x2
The wolves are bound to leave.....
The wolves are bound to leave......
The wolves are bound to leave.....