| The spirit of the wolves, is alive in my heart
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| Running with them and let the hunt start
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| We are predators
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| And we are in charge
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| We’re free to live, to run, comin out of the dark
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| Heavy weather, lightning, thunderstorm
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| Against the wind and rain, we carry on
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| Black Wolf, strong and athletic
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| Black Wolf, fast and asthetic
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| Black Wolf, silent and still
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| Black Wolf, is crying from the hill
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| We crossing the fields and sniffing our track
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| I look to my mates we’re ready to attack
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| We are predators
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| With blood on our paws
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| We’re free to live, to run, a natural law
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| Heavy weather, lightning, thunderstorm
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| Against the wind and rain, we carry on
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| Black Wolf, strong and athletic
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| Black Wolf, fast and asthetic |