The ancient cry, of the wolf I hear.
Out in the darkness, they come near.
They live in packs, so you can see.
A family's what, they want to be.

They hunt to live, and live to hunt.
From the biggest wolf, down to the runt.
Out in the darkness, home sweet home.
Through the hills, they will roam.

We try to ****, and make them extinct.
But there are places, that they retreat.
They take revenge, on our cattle and sheep.
There pack will ****, while we will sleep.

We take there land, and hope they'll go away.
But we begin a war, with nature on that day.
The wolf is free, and they always will be.
The most beautiful creature, I can see.