My throat is burning, my heart is bursting
I’m still living, but only just
we’re in captivity, in captivity
running in circles, no chance for a thrust

they’re raising rifles, they have us ambushed
the air is thick with laughter and lead
bullets flying, wolves are dying
give us shelter, or else we are dead

They’re slaughtering the pack, slashing youngsters
killing female wolves, then male and greying wolves
the hunters hollering, the beasts are howling
and there is blood in the snow and blood on every flag.

The fight is uneven, they’ve got their rifles
and know the ways of the wolves and the laws of the pack
curbing our freedom with flags of red colour
vampyres on our track

they’re trained to kill with snigger
we’re raised on mother’s milk as in a lair we lie
sucking from her with vigour
those red flags we’ll never run by

They’re slaughtering the pack, slashing youngsters
killing female wolves, then male and greying wolves
the hunters hollering, the beasts are howling
and there is blood in the snow and blood on every flag.

Our paws and our jaws quick and rapid
so pack leader I need an answer from you:
why do you let us be shot at and slaughtered
forcing the tribal taboo

this lawfulness seems without ending
therefore we’re nailed to the spot
as my predestined assassin
looms sneeringly, set for a shot

They’re slaughtering the pack, slashing youngsters
killing female wolves, then male and greying wolves
the hunters hollering, the beasts are howling
and there is blood in the snow and blood on every flag.

I disobeyed, evaded the banners
my thirst for life grew too strong
the last thing I saw was my kinsmen
in a wolfish exuberant song

my throat is burning, my heart is bursting
still living, now making my way
away from the trap, grabbing my freedom
and the hunter is left without prey

They’re slaughtering the pack, slashing youngsters
killing female wolves, then male and greying wolves
the hunters hollering, the beasts are howling
and there is blood in the snow and blood on every flag.