And the Days are long
The nights are colder now
He will soon be coming home
He brings his kill back for his family to feast upon
And he Walks so proud
But the end he sees in his near future
He calls his kids in from outdoors
As he closes up his home once again
And the cross he wears around his neck
Reminds him of lost innocence
at least that's what he says
For his wolvish ways
And a Coffin built by murderers
will soon end his days
Depending on how long he can keep giving them the slip
And he knows this well as he roams his land
He falls in the traps of his predator's hands
But somehow always gets away
he crawls outdoors
quiet as the winter air
Yet sometimes he howls at the sky
telling everyone he's there
Back out on the prowl
He tears the necks from birds before they scream their final words
For he knows the game so well
Returning to the den to feed his family again
And it's in his blood to live this way
His father came before and acted just the same
He'll make sure his pack is safe until the evenings end
Then he'll retire once again
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