bloodlust
by From Ashes Rise· from Nightmares
wild dogs are running
bearing their fangs to the scent of blood on the air
ready to rip the flesh from our bones
until the cracks and hollows are scoured,
scratching at the doors and beggging
scouring the cracks and hollows
for the last bit of life on the earth
wild dogs are running, bearing their fangs
in shock and fury, bloodlust controls
lock your doors, the dogs want in