Death Island - Wolves Are a Feasting Lyrics

The blood moon rises
The canine ancestors
Are feeding on its power
Their hunger insatiable

They can smell the prey
They're not far away
They can't disobey!
The satanic, lunar, Call!

Out from the woods
The wolves will charge
With The scent of blood
From our scars
Don't try to run, for you won't get far
We'll be disemboweled beneath the stars

Flesh rotting
(Woooooooooooolves)
Wolves feeding
Wolves are a feasting!
On the blood of our brethren
(Woooooooooooolves)
Satanic!
(Woooooooooooolves)
Feast of flesh
Wolves are a feasting!

In the guise of the night
They go on the hunt
Under the control of the master
Who rules down below

His sign shines bright
In the midnight sky
A moon of blood
In which the pentagram burns

His Lycanthropic slaves
Move into the night
To finish off what he has begun

Don't try to run, for you won't get far
We'll be disemboweled beneath the stars

Beware The Howl!
The gifts of god shall be no more
And his false claims will be remorsed

Flesh rotting
(Woooooooooooolves)
Wolves feeding
Wolves are a feasting!
On the blood of our brethren
(Woooooooooooolves)
Satanic!
(Woooooooooooolves)
Feast of flesh
Wolves are a feasting!

You see the satanic moon
Hear its call
The Lycanthropy will take all!