The spirit of the wolves, is alive in my heart
Running with them and let the hunt start
We are predators
And we are in charge
We’re free to live, to run, comin out of the dark
Heavy weather, lightning, thunderstorm
Against the wind and rain, we carry on
Black Wolf, strong and athletic
Black Wolf, fast and asthetic
Black Wolf, silent and still
Black Wolf, is crying from the hill
We crossing the fields and sniffing our track
I look to my mates we’re ready to attack
We are predators
With blood on our paws
We’re free to live, to run, a natural law
Heavy weather, lightning, thunderstorm
Against the wind and rain, we carry on
Black Wolf, strong and athletic
Black Wolf, fast and asthetic
Black Wolf, silent and still
Black Wolf, is crying from the hill
Black Wolf, strong and athletic
Black Wolf, fast and asthetic
Black Wolf, silent and still
Black Wolf, is crying from the hill
