Wolves

I’m going out with the pack tonight, our desires are burning
Maybe this time we won’t try to hide from you.
We live far away from you
Maybe not far enough
If you threaten us, we will bite you.
Still await among the flock,
A voice will fire our hearts,
We’re not men, we are wolves.
The wolf is coming!, The wolf is coming!
A howl warns you that we will be arriving soon
As clear as a great white moon.
For them we are just beasts, we are not too much
But when we rise up, we’ll be like a fist.
We are the fear that they want to avoid and keep on lurking until the rise of
day.
The wolf is coming!, The wolf is coming!
Of course he is, I let him out.