| Song | Pack of Wolves |
| Artist | Winds of Plague |
| Album | A Cold Day in Hell |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Why does it seem that | |
| I always find hatred inside of me? | |
| Why do I question hope? | |
| Why do I question will | |
| I ever find peace? | |
| It seems this world always finds its way to get the best of me. | |
| It always there to knock me down. | |
| Another test of determination. with a bitter taste of defeat | |
| I just can’t help but look past the pure and strait to the wicked that infiltrates the earth. |
| Why does it seem that | |
| I always find hatred inside of me? | |
| Why do I question hope? | |
| Why do I question will | |
| I ever find peace? | |
| It seems this world always finds its way to get the best of me. | |
| It always there to knock me down. | |
| Another test of determination. with a bitter taste of defeat | |
| I just can' t help but look past the pure and strait to the wicked that infiltrates the earth. |
| Why does it seem that | |
| I always find hatred inside of me? | |
| Why do I question hope? | |
| Why do I question will | |
| I ever find peace? | |
| It seems this world always finds its way to get the best of me. | |
| It always there to knock me down. | |
| Another test of determination. with a bitter taste of defeat | |
| I just can' t help but look past the pure and strait to the wicked that infiltrates the earth. |