Lyrics:

Of the sect called the 'Naive Disowned'
Your earnestness, letters of well wishes
False sentiments?

Where is your friend?
Wolf in the,
Wolf in the,
Wolf in the bend
There is your friend
Wolf in the,
Wolf in the,
Wolf in the bend

Kind to me, but rarely kind in deed
Your portions swell with doses of your greed
Where is loyalty?