Queen Wolf - Audiotree Live Version

In my den
 On the outskirts of density
 The fools use miles to keep the wise at bay
 And they think they're safe
 But for She
 And they won't speak Her name
 Like a bad joke the horns sound
 Hits like a dull cloud
 As some poor son of a "don't know how" sets out
 And the scent's out
 Slash
 Dust
 They should have learned
 If there was ever a reason not to stay here alone
 Oh, and it's like a bad itch
 Maybe She could be
 What I need
 So let's see
 I gathered up all my holy books
 O, my holy ink and paper
 I burned them all
 Stripped naked and I set out
 And the scent's out
 I am hunger, I am thirst
 Where I bite, I hold till I die
 I can fast a hundred years
 I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze
 I can drink a river of blood and not burst
 Now tell me, who comes to disturb me?
 She spoke with a voice colder than a grave
 But sure as stone, I held my gaze
 I said I can make an inch a mile
 I am the outcast, the truth-lie
 I paint with ghosts
 I am any and every meaning in life
 I am black blood
 I am deeper than dying
 I am not here to conquer
 I am here
 The kill at her breath was a perfume
 There was no denying that we belonged to each other
 So what do gods do on equal ground?
 They don't suffer any will but their own
 And so they went forth into stories told