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!