Our Saviour

There is a bad

Ugly wolf

In the wood

He can't stand

The loneliness

So he goes

To the city

And finish

What once was

A right thing to do

Out if his meanest

Dark dream

There is a wolf

Mingling among

The dead street

The poison house

The final beat

And the wood

Becomes his sin

Impossible to foreseen

There is a wolf

Who is not so proud

But yet he feeds

From a cursed pray

For many generations

That won't belong

To everyone

On this town

This very day

There is a wolf

Who got bored

And evil seduces,

With no exception,

All of us!