Covered in dirt and mud Aching and spitting blood Cursing you start to rise and groan Muffled, and yet to come Mutters of battledrums Werewolves don't usually walk alone Think on the battle cost This time the wolf has lost Beaten and broken and blind. Better beware my Lord Better prepare my Lord I was the least of my kind Prying my switchblade cold Out of my fingers hold Pause to take stock, reflect and rue. Look on the damage done Here by a single one What do you think a full pack will do? Think on the battle cost This time the wolf has lost Beaten and broken and blind Better beware my Lord Better prepare my Lord I was the least of my kind. Careless, I came by chance Joining the battle's dance Slain in a fight I could not win Far off a wolf pack hears Heads turn with pricking ears (Laughter) Thought you my Lord that I had no kin? Think on the battle cost This time the wolf has lost Beaten and broken and blind Better beware my lord Better prepare my lord I was the least of my kind. Think on the battle cost This time the wolf has lost Beaten and broken and blind Better beware my Lord Better prepare my Lord I was the least of my kind.