Rest in the ignorance Feel it at the back of your teeth The palate of blood thirst Skin against grinded fangs The clash of bone and sinew Preying upon weakness Progress through the strength of your bite Wolf jaw Accepting preconceptions Accepting preconception The vice was your own desire Promised and believed to be fulfilled Projected and teached solemn worship Insecurity formed the path The road is run Carved deep Locked in abyss No ability to look back In a false sense of loyalty These eyes fixed and vacant Desperately seeking meaning Varggom Bleed the beast Skin against teeth Varggom.