He's the wolf screamin' lonely in the night, he's the blood stain on the stage. He's the tear in your eye, been tempted by his lie, he's the knife in your back, he's rage.
“Still searching for our way, our way through the dark. Mountains we left behind, the fire and it's spark. Fighting the spell, drowning coins into the wishing well. Dreams turned to Nightmares and Heaven turned to Hell.”