Savage
 Low, lonely hearts
 Some were rewarded with love
 Most were just crushed
 Searchers
 Lose ways in the dusk
 Horns and the claw emerge
 Surface with a rush
 Black turns all eyes
 In southern skies
 Her blood is warm
 She's bound to die
 Serpents
 Breathe different air
 Silent and motionless
 Down in evil deep
 Saviors
 Coveted by right
 They climbed with cloven hoof
 But killed with knives