The Wolves are in the universe and nothing is ours,
We hold up this truth to atone for the root of our powers,
One day we will look to the sky and th’gither demand,
Who comes for their call to this land?
Surrender your women and children, this planet is ours!
My people will hang all your heads from the top of your towers!
Look to the sky and despair, for there is no plan!
To my people surrender your hands!
The Wolves are in the universe and nothing is ours,
We hold up this truth to atone for the root of our power.
One day we will look to the sky and th’gither demand,
“My people surrender no hand!”
My bother, look what has happened,
Their misery pays for your peace.
If this is thy fate,
Then onward I say,
Alone, enduring belief.
The instruments flicker beside you,
Behold! The fall of my race.
If this is the date…
Then all of my hate,
Died aeons ago in this place.
No Peace!
Surrender your women and children, this planet is ours!
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