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I have always known the storm would come...
listen now, my young ones
It's not a story I tell
of midnight, moon and sun...
Are you ready to walk the forbidden road
learn again what we tried to forget
the dark can now take over you
We have a common past, an ancient bond
The people once broke
We would only take what we need
They would harvest our weak
But thet hunted us all
We ended the last of them, thus far, ten lifetimes ago
in hopes of healing the sore, but the war still went on
Praying for the moon
Hiding from the day
The might be our last times
I ain't gonna see you taken away...
Heading for the dawn
of our way of life
You're welcome to give it your best try
Look me in the eyes, oh, wolver
This ain't your fairy tale...
It took us many years to teach them
How to cry wolf
We made the people serve the purpose
those ignorant fools... my young ones!
Teach the ones below you something you have learned
And learn from the ones above you
fear is your deepest wisdom
For these last days...
Praying for the moon
Hiding from the day...
The ones who seek justice,
will pray for it all their lives. They can
and they will skin us all one day...
oh can you hear them cry as far as
the man can run from us we're following
the trail of blood. So hunt my
young ones, the pack whey have always feared is back
on your last day, remember, we never die
death does not exist for us
They don't fear the wolf, but the wild within
no glory for the way this must end
This is a story I told
Unfolding before you
Praying for the moon
Hiding for the day
The might be oud last times
I ain't gonna see you taken away...
Heading for the dawn
of our way of life
You're welcome to give it your best try
Look me in the eyes, oh, wolver
This ain't your fairy tale...