The Wolves Of Paris (Act II)

When the days had grown shortest
And the leaves all died
When life became scarce
And all was covered in ice
There lived a pack of wolves

Against every odd
That grew hungry and tired
And needed to hunt
They'd sneak in to the towns
In the dead of the night
And seek fire for comfort

And warmth in the light
And though they weren't evil
And knew it was wrong
They couldn't escape
The lust for the blood