I can hear the wolves howling at the moon
Am I a foe, is it a call for my presence to end
Are they instead warning the world, for all
Do they see the end, worried for their doom?
I'm lost, but I know that I can hear the call
The baying is electric, powerful and a portent
We've done the damage to ourselves
And it would take a fool not to notice
We've arrived at the end
Am I a foe, is it a call for my presence to end
Are they instead warning the world, for all
Do they see the end, worried for their doom?
I'm lost, but I know that I can hear the call
The baying is electric, powerful and a portent
We've done the damage to ourselves
And it would take a fool not to notice
We've arrived at the end
