[Verse 1 – low, warm, almost friendly, like sharing wine by firelight] I sit at your table, I laugh at your tales, raise my glass to your health while the night never fails. Your stories amuse me, your trust warms the air, I nod like a brother, pretend that I care. Every jest that you make, every secret you share, I store in the darkness, I keep it right there. [Refrain – slow, velvet menace creeping underneath the calm] I wear the wolf’s smile, the sheep’s gentle skin, friendly as daylight, but retribution begins. No rush in my heartbeat, no fire in my eye— I’ll wait through the seasons till the moment is right. The hand that you shake is the hand that will strike, and you’ll never suspect till the blade finds your life. [Verse 2 – steady, patient, the warmth never quite reaching the eyes] I walk through your village, I greet every face, help mend your old fences, keep time with your pace. I carry your burdens, I lighten your load, while measuring heartbeats down every dark road. Your children call uncle, your wife calls me kind, and all of it fuels the revenge in my mind. [Refrain – slow, velvet menace creeping underneath the calm] I wear the wolf’s smile, the sheep’s gentle skin, friendly as daylight, but retribution begins. No rush in my heartbeat, no fire in my eye— I’ll wait through the seasons till the moment is right. The hand that you shake is the hand that will strike, and you’ll never suspect till the blade finds your life. [Verse 3 – darker now, the mask slipping just enough to chill] A warlock needs no roar, no thunder, no flame, just patience and poison and someone to blame. I’ll dance at your wedding, I’ll mourn at your wake, I’ll comfort your widow for old friendship’s sake. And when the last candle burns low in your hall, you’ll know in that silence—I orchestrated it all. [Final Refrain – begins soft and conversational, ends cold and certain] I wear the wolf’s smile, the sheep’s gentle skin, friendly as daylight, but retribution begins. I’ll smile through your laughter, I’ll weep at your fall, and take back what’s mine when the reckoning calls. The friend you held closest, the one you held dear— was always the wolf, and the end draws near.
