The
wolves on the hill
They
taste the good life
They
don't have to worry
Nobody
can hunt them
In
the full moon
They
will cry in pain
They
don't understand
Why
they have to change?
In
their own company
They
sing the bad moon
They
will laugh in the night
With
money and gold bars
Who
want to hunt them?
They
bought the hunters
Give
them the loot of life immortality
Nobody
loses in the game
But
the wolves forget
The
people living in the valley
They
burn midnight fires
They
wait for the bad moon
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