Momma, there's wolves in the house.
Momma, they won't let me out.
Momma, they're mating at night.
Momma, they won't make night.
They're pacing and blowing bright.
Their faces all snowy and white.
They carry their paws in the storm.
They make for my heart as their home.
They tumble and fight, and they're beautiful.
Until top said night, they are beautiful.
Blazing with light.
They're muscled and fight, and they're beautiful.
Tearing up holes in the hell.
They're staring with blood in their mouth.
Momma, they won't let me out.
It's okay. I'm genuinely scared.
They tumble and fight, and they're beautiful.
Until top said night, they are beautiful.
Blazing with light.
They're muscled and fight, and they're beautiful.
Momma, there's wolves in the hell.
Momma, I try.
Momma, I know you're too wide.
Wait till those wolves make night.
Yeah, sure.
