Give Wolves A Chance.What do you think of when you think of wolves?Perhaps you think of caring creatures, who do their best to take care of their pack and raise their pack?Or do you think of vicious, blood-thirsty killers - but who is the real killers here? They try to avoid man, and rarely ever attack us - so why do man still kill them?I think wolves have proved they're not mindless blood-thirsty killers, so hunters should lay off. They're the mindless blood-thirsty killers here.Hundreds of wolves are being murdered every year, and there's only around 500 Ethiopian wolves left in the wild. Yet people talk about 'controlling the population?'They're killing the population.Wolves have done nothing wrong.
Shattered Wolf dreams.Dancing in silver,Singing to gold,A wolf dreams of freedom,But reality unfolds.Living in fear,Their homes stole away,A wolf runs for its life,But it was too late.
Waiting For Revenge.Man have different views about the wolf,A silver creature of the night.Padding softly towards the moon,Hanging in the starless sky.One wolf howls more than others,Every night without fail.He howls to the burnt-out stars,Singing for the others.Within his golden amber eyes,You see such pain and sorrow,For when he sings, he sings for his loss,But I'm the only one who truly knows.I saw the hunters, raising their guns,On that cruel night.I watched as they took away his pack,It was an unforgetful sight.Why was I the only one who saw?Because I'm a lone wolf, too.The others have gone, walked away,But not me. I'll stay, and always will.I was one of the lone wolf's pack,The Omega, the weakest, the timid.But now I'm the only one brave enough,Not to go up, but wait for the hunters.I will get revenge.
Wolves Who Want Revenge.We're the last lone wolves,Knowing our time is nigh,We howl to the others,Knowing our time will soon die.Forced into the mountains,In the clouds, up high,To make room for man,Who kill as much of us as they can.Make room for the killers,The ones who hate our kind,Make room so they can build,Upon our once land.Let them cut down the trees,Let them set their traps,Let them watch us as we leave,For we will be back.
Waiting.Waiting for wolves no more,Waiting for their death,Waiting for their cries to die,Within a hell which wasn't meant.Waiting for the time that comes,When the greatest thing is gone,When the world we all live in,Has finally burned along with the sun.Waiting is what we always do,Never believing until it happens,Well, we better act quite soon,Before all this one day comes true.
A Dark Winter.Snow freshly fallen,Pure white under the sky,Empty, without stars,A dark winter night.A lone wolf wandering,Always without a pack,Maybe this time it will be different,Starless, moonless, black.
Wolves Who Were A Pack.Wolves sitting in a circle,A pack, together,Singing to the stars, the moon,Thinking the friendship wouldn't end soon.But change is yet to happen,Confusion and sadness,The pack breaks apart,Left as a lone wolf, yet again.