| He runs into the night
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| Finding a place to hide;
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| Why do they hunt him again?
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| His heart, it beats so fast;
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| No sound, they moved on at last
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| Timidly he wanders his way
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| The outcast, he enters their town
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| Senseless hate haunts him now;
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| The outcast with more feeling then they’ll ever know
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| He only came for some food
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| Maybe even company;
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| Sometimes he feels so alone
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| He is the last one of his kind
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| All his companions have died;
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| Man signed their fatal destiny
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| His dreams tell him of ancient times
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| Of wolves and men running side by side;
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| How delightful freedom must have been
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| Wild woman’s mate and totem-beast
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| Idolized he was, but suddenly all changed;
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| When the men with false dogmas came
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| You call him the evil beast?
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| But you are the real evil beast!
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| You, who damned nature’s dearest child
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| He cries his sorrow to the moon
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| A tear shines through the misty gloom
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| Can’t you hear the last wolf’s serenade?
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| They came wild and free
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| Life in it’s livery
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| Stealing life from the land’s living
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| Alone he sits by the lake
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| His image in the lake his only friend
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| Can’t you hear the last wolf’s serenade?
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| Can’t you hear the last wolf’s serenade? |