The Wolves of Paris (Act ii) Lyrics

When the days had grown shortest
And leaves had all died
When light became scarce
And all was covered in iceThere lived a pack of wolves
Against every odd
That grew hungry and tired
And needed to huntThey'd sneak in to the towns
At the dead of the night
Seek fire for comfort
And warmth in the lightAnd though they weren't evil
And knew it was wrong
They couldn't escape...
The lust for the blood