Rest in the ignorance
Feel it at the back of your teeth
The palate of blood thirst

Skin against grinded fangs

The clash of bone and sinew
Preying upon weakness

Progress through the strength of your bite
Wolf jaw

Accepting preconceptions
Accepting preconception

The vice was your own desire
Promised and believed to be fulfilled

Projected and teached solemn worship
Insecurity formed the path
The road is run
Carved deep
Locked in abyss

No ability to look back
In a false sense of loyalty
These eyes fixed and vacant
Desperately seeking meaning

Varggom
Bleed the beast
Skin against teeth

Varggom