Dire Wolf - Live

In the timbers of Fennario
 The wolves are running 'round
 The winter was so hard and cold
 Froze ten feet 'neath the ground
 Don't murder me
 I beg of you, don't murder me
 Please, don't murder me
 I sat down to my supper
 'Twas a bottle of red whisky
 I said my prayers and went to bed
 That's the last they saw of me
 Don't murder me
 I beg of you, don't murder me
 Please, don't murder me
 When I awoke, the Dire Wolf
 Six hundred pounds of sin
 Was grinning at my window
 All I said was, "come on in"
 Don't murder me
 I beg of you, don't murder me
 Please, don't murder me
 The wolf came in, I got my cards
 We sat down for a game
 I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades
 But the cards were all the same
 Don't murder me
 I beg of you, don't murder me
 Please, don't murder me
 Don't murder me
 In the backwash of Fennari
 The black and bloody mire
 The Dire Wolf collects his dues
 While the boys sing 'round the fire
 Don't murder me
 I beg of you, don't murder me
 Please, don't murder me
 Don't murder me
 I beg of you, don't murder me
 Please, don't murder me
 No, no, no, don't murder me
 I beg of you, don't murder me
 Please, don't murder me
 Please, don't murder me