Wolves Trees by Bedowyn Lyrics

To wander deserts
To kill the weak
To become one with the lands you seek
And shrouded faces, will make the wine
A sacrifice to your own divine

Transformed and real
Wolves and the trees
Arise sweet demon
And you will see her

Run through dimensions, both time and space
The wilted begging for a dark embrace
These paws are evil, the mind is thin
The chosen one is the one who'll sin