Countless flowers crushed forever, Left for dead and names forgotten Fallen birds long to be taken By a wind that's foul and rotten Praying while the gods ignore you Leads to fear that makes you cower But to change the fate before you Means to fight with all your power
Pigs who languish in their cowardice Cannot step over corpses that clutter their path Will you be complacent, always obeisant Or wake the starving wolf inside you?
Shame from the cage we gilded with sorrow Gives us the will to fight for tomorrow Even a lamb content in its pasture Can be transformed into a hunter Longing for blood and headed for battle Now we are wolves where once we were cattle Raising the cry we charge into twilight We continue to fight!