[Music by Adam Cook; lyrics by Steve Southard]    ["The strength of the wolf determines the strength of the pack; the strength of the pack determines the strength of the wolf."  - Rudyard Kipling    Man's wolfish nature turns upon those closest to him as a survival technique.  Some say this is an evolutionary instinct, but sin instinct needs no evolution to breed malice.  Steve's lyrics are based upon a dream in which he was a small child in a village stalked by wolves.  Such vivid dreamscapes, such animal violence, we truly are a morbid race.  Steve's lyrics capture perfectly what we experience human to human.]    Another night brings uncertain hunger  And one more moon might satisfy that    My eyes were meant to sift through shadows  With razor teeth I ache and wait for the hunt  My eyes were meant to sift through shadows  The taste of blood sits well on the tip of my tongue    Who's the unlucky mortal whom fate has forgotten?  Around this town, my dear, the hunt is the law  And now you answer to my jaw  What mindless cattle left their behind to come find mine?  For years we've fed by the moon,  Haunting, awaiting the nightfall  We'll allow you days but after dark we claim these woods  Beware the moon!    And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire  Right through the belly of hell  And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire  Right through the belly of hell itself    Straight through the fire, straight through the belly of hell, straight through the fire    And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire  Right through the belly of hell  And I'll lead these wolves, straight through the fire  Right through the belly of hell itself    We are the wolves  We are the hunger  But beware the moon, we are the night    We are the wolves  We are the hunger  But beware the moon, the hunt is law