The wolves of the orangery Are skulking round the gallery Waiting for you The wolves of the orangery Are smelling the white orchids Are they coming for you? Six turtle doves arranged in a cage for crown It's Marie Antoinette Pink velvet in the rain The wolves of the orangery Are getting very hungry 'Cause they know you They slowly climb one hundred steps The stone that rеaches, reaches for thе full moon The net is settling on her powered brow The banquet is in place The crown will be displaced The wolves of the orangery Are feeding in a fury Crash and burn and hang them all Gold flakes will fall They'll love you till you're no more