The Sound of Violence

We cut our teeth on sadness

We hunt our sorrows down

We fought the nights so sleepless

We made our beds on the cold hard ground

Seasons come and go, traditions rise and fall

We watch with hunter’s eyes

We found the place to call our own

What we have, we hunt. What we kill, we keep

Shadows never die, darkness never breaks

You built your bastions of ivory and pride

We see your gates, but do not knock

We stay out in the wild

What we have, we hunt. What we kill, we keep

Shadows never die, darkness never breaks

This is the sound of violence

These are the songs of war

We are everything you fear

And we’re clawing at the walls

I see a kingdom of closed minds and shallow hearts

So tell me this, would you fall in line

Or rip it all apart

What we have, we hunt

What we kill, we keep

Shadows never die

Darkness never breaks

This is the sound of violence

These are the songs of war

We are everything you fear

And we’re clawing at the walls

This is the hour of the wolf

We’re clawing at the walls

This is the hour of the wolf

This is the sound of violence

These are the songs of war

We are everything you fear

And we’re clawing at the walls