Brothers and Sisters.

The Lord's taking his own sweet time.

Without rhyme or reason.

The failure is not thine



Like wolves to a virgin.

The intention is made clear

At war with ourselves

At war with the odds

At odds with the fear

Hard times will bring you way, way down

And all of this running

Its gonna be death of me



When they ask you about this

Tell them I was...

Running in the company of wolves

Its the company we keep

Brotherhood, Bound by the moon (By the moon).



Went to the well

But the goddamn thing was dry today

I spent all of my life

Running from suicide

Is it the fucking fool

That keeps on chasing the dream?

A dream that cannot fail

So proudly we hail!



When they ask you about this

Tell them I was...

Running in the company of wolves

It's the company we keep

Brotherhood, Bound by the moon. (By the moon)



And we shall woam

And the wolf fucking fucked her

Lay as she lay bleeding on the moors

Bleeding on the moors.



Running in the company of wolves,

It's the company we keep

Brotherhood, Bound by the moon,

Brotherhood of wolves