Lyrics Betrayer - Wolf King

Betrayer

I feel the dead stir beneath my creeping feet
I feel a chill in the air, always haunting
Biting and scratching, teeth of the gnashing
Tearing through the veil with a mouth full of nails
I smell the fear of my foes
Fill my grail with the blood of their throats
In the darkness they will tell you lies
Never underestimate the cunning serpent in disguise
Where they stand the land will bleed
Rend the snake from its spine
Tendrils of corruption tangle like a vine
Betrayer of the flock
Never redeemed, forever lost
The hunter of wolves
Slain by the manipulation of fools
Royalty is not of rubies and gold
But of how many crowns I have taken for my own
The sun will never rise on a kingdom of spies
You can always tell the coward
By the gleam of their eyes
I feel the dead stir beneath my creeping feet
I feel a chill in the air, always haunting me
Biting and scratching, teeth of the gnashing
Tearing through the veil with a mouth full of nails
I smell the fear of my foes
Fill my grail with the blood of their throats
In the darkness they will tell you lies
Never underestimate the cunning serpent in disguise
Betrayer of the flock
Never redeemed, forever lost
The hunter of wolves
Slain by the manipulation of fools
Royalty is not of rubies and gold
But of how many crowns I have taken for my own
The sun will never rise on a kingdom of spies
You can always tell the coward
By the gleam of their eyes
The hunter of wolves
Slain by the manipulation of fools