The Fray of Grey

The Wolves, the Wolves,
They tear me apart and leave decay,
But keep me alive so that I may run away.
The Wolves, the Wolves,
In the shadows they hide
And in none they confide,
The secrets of their murderous plan.
The Wolves, the Wolves,
Chase me night and day,
They follow their pray
In relentless chase,
For blood, for blood they chase.
The Wolves, the Wolves,
Death is their heart and the grave their soul.
Depart from me and leave my woe,
Untouched by such cruel fingers.
I pray not the torture of my mind lingers.
The Wolves, the Wolves,
They feed on my every turn,
They rip me apart, so that I feel the burn,
Of pain in mind,
And I pay my fine,
Of sin long awaiting
To send the message to them.
The Wolves, The Wolves,
They tear me apart and leave decay,
But keep me alive so I may run away.