Uploaded February 2023 | Updated September 2026, 5 hours ago
ROYAL DECEIT present their new single 'Wolves', released through Prime Collective.
“'Wolves' is about depression and how it can hunt you down before you even realize that it has its grip and its teeth around your throat. It expresses how a depression just completely consumes your mindset.”
Stream it here:
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Written by Royal Deceit
With assistance from Mirza Radonjica, Chris Kreutzfeldt
Produced by: Chris Kreutzfeldt, Tue Madsen, Royal Deceit
Video by Jesper Malmsiø Larsen
Royal Deceit is:
Mathias Rønde-Uldall Jessen
Jesper Malmsiø Larsen
Alexander Jacobsen
Simon Drachmann
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WOLVES LYRICS:
The wolves are at the door
A sicknes
Lying dormant for years
But now it is flourishing
Hopeless
There is no cure for this
But finding a rope
Finding a rope
The teeth are sinking in
It's tearing through my skin
Can't take it anymore
The wolves are at the door
Don't let it get too close
The wolves are at the door
Don't let the fangs get hold
The wolves are at the door
Don't let it get too close
The Wolves are at the door
It's worse than ever before
The Wolves are at the door
Eaten alive
Consuming time
I'll never be able to get back
Get back again
An endless fight
Haunting my life
And I don't know if I can get back on the right track again
The teeth are sinking in
It's tearing through my skin
Can't take it anymore
The wolves are at the door
Don't let it get too close
The wolves are at the door
Don't let the fangs get hold
The wolves are at the door
Don't let it get too close
The Wolves are at the door
It's worse than ever before
The Wolves are at the door
A shell so cold
A bag over your head
A filter in your mouth
A shell so cold
A bag over your head
A filter in your mouth
A filter in your mouth
A shell so cold
A bag over your head
A filter in your mouth
A shell so cold
A bag over your head
A filter in your mouth
I can't escape the plague that is haunting me
Haunting me
Haunting me
ROYAL DECEIT present their new single 'Wolves', released through Prime Collective.
“'Wolves' is about depression and how it can hunt you down before you even realize that it has its grip and its teeth around your throat. It expresses how a depression just completely consumes your mindset.”
Stream it here:
bio.to/RoyalDeceit
Written by Royal Deceit
With assistance from Mirza Radonjica, Chris Kreutzfeldt
Produced by: Chris Kreutzfeldt, Tue Madsen, Royal Deceit
Video by Jesper Malmsiø Larsen
Royal Deceit is:
Mathias Rønde-Uldall Jessen
Jesper Malmsiø Larsen
Alexander Jacobsen
Simon Drachmann
Please consider following us at our socials:
facebook.com/RoyalDeceit
instagram.com/royaldeceit/?hl=da
YOUTUBE
youtube.com/channel/UCExPfzu844bY8GZLjEkwOEA
SPOTIFY
open.spotify.com/artist/1rPBwxGjCnjJ91Z8j1wLlc
WOLVES LYRICS:
The wolves are at the door
A sicknes
Lying dormant for years
But now it is flourishing
Hopeless
There is no cure for this
But finding a rope
Finding a rope
The teeth are sinking in
It's tearing through my skin
Can't take it anymore
The wolves are at the door
Don't let it get too close
The wolves are at the door
Don't let the fangs get hold
The wolves are at the door
Don't let it get too close
The Wolves are at the door
It's worse than ever before
The Wolves are at the door
Eaten alive
Consuming time
I'll never be able to get back
Get back again
An endless fight
Haunting my life
And I don't know if I can get back on the right track again
The teeth are sinking in
It's tearing through my skin
Can't take it anymore
The wolves are at the door
Don't let it get too close
The wolves are at the door
Don't let the fangs get hold
The wolves are at the door
Don't let it get too close
The Wolves are at the door
It's worse than ever before
The Wolves are at the door
A shell so cold
A bag over your head
A filter in your mouth
A shell so cold
A bag over your head
A filter in your mouth
A filter in your mouth
A shell so cold
A bag over your head
A filter in your mouth
A shell so cold
A bag over your head
A filter in your mouth
I can't escape the plague that is haunting me
Haunting me
Haunting me
