Queen Wolf Lyrics

In my den
On the outskirts of density
The fools use miles to keep the wise at bay
And they think they’re safe

But for She
And they won’t speak Her name

Like a bad joke the horns sound
Hits like a dull cloud
As some poor son of a “don’t know how” sets out
And the scent’s out
Slash
Dust
They should have learned

If there was ever a reason not to stay here alone
Oh, and it’s like a bad itch

Maybe She could be
What I need
So let’s see

I gathered up all my holy books
O, my holy ink and paper
I burned them all
Stripped naked and I set out
And the scent’s out

I am hunger, I am thirst
Where I bite, I hold till I die
I can fast a hundred years
I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze
I can drink a river of blood and not burst
Now tell me, who comes to disturb me?

She spoke with a voice colder than a grave
But sure as stone, I held my gaze
I said I can make an inch a mile
I am the outcast, the truth-lie
I paint with ghosts
I am any and every meaning in life
I am black blood
I am deeper than dying
I am not here to conquer
I am here

The kill at her breath was a perfume
There was no denying that we belonged to each other

So what do gods do on equal ground?
They don’t suffer any will but their own
And so they went forth into stories told