Grab your weapons and make sure the knives are nice and sharp.
Draw that line in the sand to tell me you wish I take a fighting stance.
Let it sink into my subconscious and let that monster come out and play.
A smile plays on my lips and I blow you one last kiss...
The wolf's come as she calls just the howling and baying of the vengeance she has come to reap.
Don't worry love she may come out of...