Wolfhorde - Reindeer Massacre

He was to take care of this task
To find out what lies behind the mask
of the shadowed murders
Taking place in the cold north

He found out dead men tell no tales
Freezing winter snow on his feet
Laughing out loud, he had lost all trails
And his remaining thoughts all deadbeat

Killing only his kind
Framing the wolves Gored his way home
and butchered his master

Soul for sale
Corpse for free
Exchange them for insanity!

But all the clawmarks in their bodies
Were just impaled by horns
No one suspected the true murderer
Was a Reindeer, GONE BERSERK!