Word of the young Guardian's prowess spreads quickly, and he is eventually assigned Guardianship over the land's sovereign city. However, a new challenge faces him as the city is home to an organized and intelligent gang of criminals. Exceedingly careful to cover their tracks, the young Guardian has little evidence from which to assess punishment. And perhaps their very existence is needed to keep the balance of good and evil in the large metropolis? The city's populace knows little about this vow of balance and simply protests his inaction towards what they see as an obvious threat. The young guardian is torn between appeasing the people and fulfilling his vow, and his inability to take action fills him with a sense of frustration, foreboding, and dread… Claws out, scratching my door Already know that I can take no more Silence the screams, begging for war Against these empty-headed carnivores Sell your spirit to the pack Ready your attack Tearing flesh from the bone Play the role of the victim Through the city they roam Someone's feeding the wolves tonight Biting off the hand that feeds Leave no trace, watching you bleed Follow the pack and act how you feel Strap your mind to the breaking wheel Roam the city seeking blood Crawling through the mud Tearing flesh from the bone Play the role of the victim Through the city they roam Is it a curse or a symptom? Throw your mind away, follow what they say This is the cost of believing If they catch you alone Someone's feeding the wolves tonight People try to say Lock them all away To stop the city from bleeding If they catch you alone Someone's feeding the wolves tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
