DIREWOLVES - Dire Wolves
текст песни

In the timbers to fennario,
the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard n' cold,
froze ten feet ’neath the ground.

I sat down to my supper,
’twas a bottle of red whisky,
said my prayers and went to bed,
that’s the last they saw of me.

Don’t murder me. I beg of you,
Don’t murder me. Please, don’t murder me.

When I awoke, the dire wolf,
six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window,
And all I said was come on in.

In the backwash of fennario,
the white and bloody snow paints the scenario.
The dire wolf collects his dues,
start digging your grave while he chews.

The wolf came in, I got my cards
We sat down for a game
I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades
but the cards were all the same

In the backwash of fennario,
the white and bloody snow paints the scenario
The dire wolf collects his dues
start digging your grave while he chews