All Behold the wolves' sorrow!
                    Hear them cry on this fine morrow
                    But beware, say I, do not go near
                    The wolves will bring down what they fear

                    Take heed, do not disturb their sadness
                    for it will then turn into utter madness
                    Their eyes will burn, their teeth will gleam
                    As they end the sound of a muffled scream

                    For after sorrow comes anger and hate
                    Revenge must be taken before it's too late
                    Mankind has killed and enslaved their kin
                    Now we must pay for this dreadful sin

                    Together they hunt, they bring down their prey
                    The time has come, this is the day
                    when man no longer is supreme
                    Now we're the hunted, as if in a dream

                    The blood runs red, as fangs gleam white
                    Howls and screams echo through the night.
                    Man is diminished at a constant pace
                    This is the end of our race.

                    Victims of the wolves' sorrow
                    Hear them cry on this fine morrow.
                    Victorious they rise, to conquer and rule
                    Driven, like us, by power's sweet fuel...

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