Wolfshead - Wolfshead

We are the villains, justice in our hand
Our road is paved with stones cast by righteous men
Don't wander around, don't let your gold make a sound
You might end up strung up and dead, we are wolfshead

Under nights cloak we roam
Peasants goods or crowns gold
If you are caught in our claws
Your head will be sold

We do our deeds as pale moon sails the sky
Our hardened hearts soften not for virtuous cry
Be safe and sound, pray not to be found
Slitting throats as you lie in your beds, we are wolfshead

Under nights cloak we roam
Peasants goods or crowns gold
Life and death by our laws
By blood and steel, fang and claw

We ask you all high priests and kings
Are we really worse in the work of sin
Each on our turn, sinners doomed to burn
for both no tears should be shed, we're all wolfshead

Under nights cloak we roam
Peasants goods or crowns gold
Life and death by our laws
Born to die by the sword