In their great sagas
the lone wolf
was the devil falling
The vast chaos
declining cosmos
God's Lucifer dark coat
He'd Know
they killed the earth
they'd kill
each other first
then, sky was a wasteland so close
the eevie light of heaven
The blowing hands of sun
reached the wolfs wounds
and satisfied the needs
of a hungry world.
The one night
threw myself
into the sky
and falling mist
I watched it all
from above
them ruining
earth again
The wolf would not take back
what he has done

INVIA LE CORREZIONI