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



Credits
Writer(s): Karin Elizabeth Dreijer Andersson, Christoffer John Berg, Peder Maans Mannerfelt, Graciela Lourdes Zavala Lilianna, Van Rivers
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