To The Wolves

I'm fighting hard for life

Oh my kin, my friend

Cast away the blade of haunted times

Take the path to light

So this is, this is the world

Of our fathers' making

Good intentions now refused

Now refused

This is not what I foresaw

All my life unravelling

In tragedies and tombs

This is not what I foresaw

All my love irradiating

Like an open wound

Hold my ever aching limbs

Wandering in death

Arise and we'll walk the path of gods

So tonight let's cut the rope that hangs your ghost

Oh, we've got a crisis

On our bloody hands

But this is what we want

And with a haunted love comes sacrifice

Looks like we've got a crisis

Slipping through like shaking sand

This is the night we lie

Awake embraced in lovers' hands

Cast across the land

So this is love, for the first and last

Oh, the death marked dream

Becomes the real

Oh God, I wish

This night would go on like this forever

These hands have seen love a thousand times

But never like this, never like this

All I've ever seen

The darkest days and the lightest dreams

Fade away tonight