The pack of wolves   Are closing in   Now, hear the howling beasts   They move fast   Through the winter woods   And soon it's time to feast      A vicious hunt   On through the night   The prey is short of breath   They feel the sting   Of burning eyes   That's fixed upon their necks      A predator's heart   Knows no remorse   It lives for the hunt   A predator's heart    Knows no remorse   It lives for the hunt    A natural force      They show their sharp   And grinning teeth   As howls are getting higher   Sending chills   Down fleeing spines   Their blood runs hot as fire      The vicious chase   Is soon at end   They're hunted until death   They feel the pain   Of sharpened steel   That's cutting through their flesh      Fearless warriors   Feed the wolves   Now hear the howling beasts   They move fast    Through winter woods   See the Gray-Backs feast      (Solo: Johan)      (Apocalyptica strings)      A natural force   It knows no remorse   And lives for the kill