Brothers and Sisters.   The Lord's taking his own sweet time.   Without rhyme or reason.   The failure is not thine      Like wolves to a virgin.   The intention is made clear   At war with ourselves   At war with the odds   At odds with the fear   Hard times will bring you way, way down   And all of this running   Its gonna be death of me      When they ask you about this   Tell them I was...   Running in the company of wolves   Its the company we keep   Brotherhood, Bound by the moon (By the moon).      Went to the well   But the goddamn thing was dry today   I spent all of my life   Running from suicide   Is it the fucking fool   That keeps on chasing the dream?   A dream that cannot fail   So proudly we hail!      When they ask you about this   Tell them I was...   Running in the company of wolves   It's the company we keep   Brotherhood, Bound by the moon. (By the moon)      And we shall woam   And the wolf fucking fucked her   Lay as she lay bleeding on the moors   Bleeding on the moors.      Running in the company of wolves,   It's the company we keep   Brotherhood, Bound by the moon,   Brotherhood of wolves