Rabhas от Split

I am worth a thousand scars One for every fight I’ve caused Most of them were with myself And every time I’ve lost Never one to take the blame But always first to cast the stone Showing claws and baring teeth Tearing skin and crushing bones No escape This is the circle of hounds No escape This is the circle of hounds There is no end to this madness How raving the cycle can be The struggle goes on endlessly The tearing apart of ourselves Hear them howling Heed the call for blood Insatiable hunger It’s never enough No escape This is the circle of hounds There is no place to hide Circles into circles! We keep running Into circles Circles into circles Forever running Into circles