Running in the planes
Starring the faces
Someone's behind me
A premonition
It feel so wrong
From the land I belong
Follow blindly
Your intuition
Monster behave
Others jus can't
Clearly seen
A contradiction
And over a log
I finally go off
Rapt with
The fascination
And in all times it feel so wrong
To pay God and to judge someone for the way it seems
Or even its preferences
We're howling at the sun
We're howling at the moon
We are the howling bears
We're coming straight to you
We gonna break in four
Pieces or even two
We gonna make you pay
Taking the life out of you
What about if
One of your awful sins
Finally come afloat
And you fall to your knees
Pleading for help
To a previous lad
That didn't seem to exist
Just before you need
