I was a wolf in a trap I bit my leg off at dawn
Freedom of thick red Covered my teeth
I ran away wounded Fear, pain and three legs
In amok running beside blood I drank tears

I was bark at the moon and begging for mercy
When the hunger and easy pray called the bloodhounds
Wolf free, wolf cripple I was suppesed to be, not to run away
I was feeding the wolf which will be torn by dogs

And in my own two wolves
visage of good, visage of evil
They fighting all the time
Winning is one, which I feed

I was running powerless Wolves behind me were barking
I had only hope And open door
I fell on my knees And was fighting till dawn
Didn't know I am so evil in myself

By the years I was feeding the one I didn't want
He deeply knocked
His teeth into me Your prayer trapped him down
Now I'm free Just like you

And in my own two wolves
visage of good, visage of evil
They fighting all the time
Winning is one, which I feed

In a shack canine thoughts dog's-meat of dreams in a dirt of bowl
Thrown with sad Alms to a dog
The carousel of worls rushes welcomes by shining of mercury
And with glaucoma of envy covers sight

Faith and love above all else
Rest is ash and dust and nothingness
You prefer egoism

 

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