Lyrics I: The Weapon - Cult of Luna

This is the final moments of our last days
Release and cease
Beating yourself into submission

With poisoned blood
The demon speaks
See how the wolves devour the weak

They will not inherit

Eyes closed but forced open
Bodies shaken awake
Inhale and cease
Beating yourself into submission

With poisoned blood
The demon speaks
See how the wolves devour the weak

No one holds us accounted