The ones who seek justice,
will pray for it all their lives…
They can and they will skin us all one day
oh can you hear them cries…
As far as the man can run from us
we’re following the trail of blood…
So hunt my young ones…
I have always known the storm would come,
listen now, my young ones…
This is not a story I tell
of midnight, moon and sun…
Are you ready to walk the forbidden road,
learn again what we tried to forget…
(The dark can now take over you…)
We have a common past, an ancient bond
the people once broke…
We would only take what we need,
they would harvest our weak…
But they hunted us all,
we ended the last of them, thus far, ten lifetimes ago…
(In hopes of healing the sore…)
But the war still went on,
Praying for the moon,
Hiding for the day,
These might be our last times,
I ain’t gonna see you taken away…
Heading for the dawn,
Of our way of life,
You’re welcome to give it your best try…
Look me in the eyes, oh, wolver;
This ain’t your fairy tale…
It took us many years to teach them
how to cry wolf…
We made the people serve the purpose;
those ignorant fools… (My young ones!)
Teach the ones below you something you’ve learned,
and learn from the ones above you;
fear is your deepest wisdom…
For these last days…
Praying for the moon,
Hiding for the day,
These might be our last days…
I ain’t gonna see you taken away…
Heading for the dawn,
Of our way of life,
You’re welcome to give it your best try…
Look me in the eyes, oh, wolver,
This ain’t your fairy tale…
The ones who seek justice,
will pray for it all their lives…
They can and they will skin us all one day
oh can you hear them cries…
As far as the man can run from us
we’re following the trail of blood…
So hunt my young ones…
The pack they have always feared is back…
On your last day, remember: we never die…
Death does not exist for us,
they don’t fear the wolf, but the wild within,
no glory to the way this must end…
This is a story I told,
unfolding before you,
Praying for the moon,
Hiding for the day
These might be our last times…
I ain’t gonna see you taken away…
Heading for the dawn,
Of our way of life,
You’re welcome to give it your best try…
Look me in the eyes, oh, wolver,
This ain’t your fairy tale…
The ones who seek justice,
will pray for it all their lives…
They can and they will skin us all one day
oh can you hear them cries…
As far as the man can run from us
we’re following the trail of blood…
So hunt my young ones…
The pack they have always feared is back…
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