We the Heathens - Wolves II
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A Natural Minor
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Verse 1
Am – – – F – – – G – – – E – – – x3The days are growing shorter and the nights are growing cold
The leaves are all but dying as the chill of winter grows
The tale to you we tell is one of angst and fear
Of hunters and of howling and of gnashing blood and sneers
When the moon is highest there'll be a deafening sound
To call upon and awaken ancient prey under the ground
Am – – – F – – – G – – – C – G Am
The air with fill with snarls and howls from the peaks
United all across the earth lycans await the feast
Pre-Chorus 1
F – G – C – Am – F – G – Am – – – F – G – C – Am – F – C – G Am – –
No mercy given no mercy shown
This night is not but theirs
There is no breathing beast that will be spared
The fields will turn a red
And the forest into a grave
There is no god to call upon to save
Chorus 1
C G/B Am – C Dm Am – F – E – x2From the hunt we must run
Under the lycan moon mothers will weep
We all long and pray for dawn
On the bloodiest night even the strong are sheep
Break 1
Am – E Am – E x2Verse 2
Am – – – F – – – G – – – E – – – Frantic minds dissolve and all struggle to flee
Rampant the wolven terror spreads vastly like a disease
They'll never have their fill, they'll never quench their thirst
'till ancient prey of old or new rot back into the earth
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