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