Blood and belief
They take from me my blood and belief
They take from me my blood
He was once a wolf,
Roamed and never cared,
Never wished for death
Few of us can know,
With that certainty
Where we do belong
Death was always close,
But he was so alive When he was walking out there, near the edge of life
Then the challenge began
Changing to a man
His soul was trapped inside
Ordinary man
waiting for his death
The wolf lay dead inside
Death was always close,
But he was so alive When he was walking out there, near the edge of life
They could not stand to see
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