The Wolf
Eyes black, big paws
And it's poison in his blood
A big fire, big burn
Into the ashes and no return
We took you right from your mother's womb
Our temple, your tomb
Can be your pick, not pawned
The poisonous blood
We've been calling
Black paw who's soaring
We go out in the morning
Down the trail to somewhere
You are the sound that I hear
You are the sound that I hear
We are not standing
We are falling
And it's poison in his blood
A big fire, big burn
Into the ashes and no return
We took you right from your mother's womb
Our temple, your tomb
Can be your pick, not pawned
The poisonous blood
We've been calling
Black paw who's soaring
We go out in the morning
Down the trail to somewhere
You are the sound that I hear
You are the sound that I hear
We are not standing
We are falling
Credits
Writer(s): Karin Elizabeth Dreijer Andersson, Christoffer John Berg, Peder Maans Mannerfelt, Graciela Lourdes Zavala Lilianna, Van Rivers
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