Truth.
Seeking through the lush plains, where all us wolves can run free,
No cares in the world, only peace as far as the eye can see,
Come all ye children, come run with me,
Seeking through the lush plains, where all us wolves can run free,
Bright lights dance around in the northern sky,
Even as we still run, and our spirits fly by...
So come all ye children, now come run with me,
Seeking through the lush plains, where all us wolves can run free.
Our Paradise.
Ignoring our precious blood,
That slowly trickles down,
Like a raging flood,
Death appears wearing his crown,
Then there soon is a trail of tears,
They are even a wolf's worst fears,
But we have pride,
So we begin the fight, hoping to live,
Yes we did thrive,
Like many moons ago,
When our fathers roamed free,
Without spears and clubs to throw,
Only fangs and spirit were needed to be,
Totems baring our proud face,
But now we are killed just for the any sake,
By this reached human race.
The Noble's
Is this the world, is this really true?
Yes it is, this is the truth.