[Verse] Weak hands clutch at stolen gold Their hollow pride A tale retold Crows in the night They pick at the frail I see their cowardice Their spirits pale [Prechorus] They bow to power They shrink They flee No spine to stand No fire No creed [Chorus] Unworthy prey Not worth my wrath Your trembling shadows line my path She stands behind But not for care I shield her only to spite despair [Verse 2] The wolves they claim But they are mice Their boasts are dust Their hearts are ice They slither low They crawl They beg And I The storm Will break each leg [Prechorus] I scorn their hunger Their fleeting pride They fear the strong They run They hide [Chorus] Unworthy prey Not worth my rage Your hollow howls will fade with age She is no cause No noble plight I guard to mock your feeble fight
