There exists a hunger deep
Buried in the ice and snow
Waiting for the seasons’ change
To be released and leave to go.
What will you think upon that hour
When the beast flies from within
And rips the world with all its power
And shines a light on all your sin.
The heart is wicked to the core
And trusting it can take you down
But we were taught to follow there
Right behind hell’s precious hound.