The armed savages spy To try to chase the devil to the sky Make him stare down the barrel of a silver loaded gun Tragic fate he be spared by someone innocent and young
Where on earth does wolfie lie? Where you say, under where, your request I will deny Somewhere, but under where I am not going to share One less whisper in the dark, one more sunrise for the were
Be a maiden fair And catch the mighty wolf Hiding all the bodies In his underwear
Where angels fear to tread Stalks a man who’s a myth to the masses overhead A collective aberration of the darkest of desires A vessel of their rage if he gets what he requires
In time suspicion grows Pointing fingers to the creature as the cause of all their woes As a warden of illusion the rumbling I must ease Subdue their nasty pet and restore them their disease
Be a maiden fair And catch the mighty wolf Hiding all the bodies In his underwear
Come child it’s time to fly Concrete jungle to the left, frozen river to the right This totem be your shield to snarling jaw and ragged claw In reality denial is so much easier for us all
Treasure beauty with your teeth Cool the tongue with pure white snow A sacrificial gift for mother nature’s demon child Bridging nature and spirit in the darkness down below
Be a maiden fair And catch the mighty wolf Hiding all the bodies In his underwearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
