The Wolf Beneath - Song Dark Wave / Funeral Doom

This song tells about the terrifying revelation of hidden violence in a small town. When Emma and Lina witness a brutal attack, they discover that the perpetrator's Sunday face hides a wolf beneath - a metaphor for the domestic violence that has been ignored for years.

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📃 Track lyrics:
Night breaks. A scream across the lots.
Blood prints flash on Emma's shirt.
Street lamps flicker — someone knocks —
the mask with fur is teeth and dirt.

He laughs — "just jokes" — then claws the door;
I see the grin below the wreath.
We run the blocks, he runs us more —
his Sunday face, the wolf beneath.

Sheriff yells — "barn—now!" — locks the hasp;
the boards all flex; the hinges cry.
Emma shakes red sleeve and gasps:
"He's always been like this inside.

Years. Fists. Walls. You knew. You looked."

The men look down, the bell hits three.
A paw rakes through the splintered wood —
we brace the door, we fail to breathe.

Run — the wolf beneath.
Face — the wolf beneath.
Hold — your ground, your teeth.
Run — the wolf beneath.

He wore the grin to Sunday pews.
We wore the quiet — learned to freeze.
The cloth pulls tight — it shows the bruise…
The truth has claws; it will not please.

Run — the wolf beneath.
Speak — the wolf beneath.
Name — the hurt with teeth.
Run — the wolf beneath.

Masks don't hide — they show. Now everyone can see.

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