The Wolves Of Paris (Act II)

When the days had grown shortest

And leaves had all died

When light became scarce

And all was covered in ice

There lived a pack of wolves

Against every odd

That grew hungry and tired

And needed to hunt

They'd sneak in to the towns

At the dead of the night

Seek fire for comfort

And warmth in the light

And though they weren't evil

And knew it was wrong

They couldn't escape...

The lust for the blood