Dire Wolf sing and play along

In the timbers of Fennario, the wolves are running 'round.

The winter was so hard and cold,

while froze boys ten sing 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 whiskey.

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 my wolf,

six hundred pounds of sin,

was grinning at my the 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 were all the same.

Don't murder me.

I beg of you, don't murder me.

Please, don't murder me.

The wolf In the 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, no, no,

no. Don't murder me.

Please, don't murder me.