To Speak of Wolves
You Should've Locked Your Doors Days Ago
Only He knows we eat and drink
As if tomorrow is a breath away
Voice of this generation
Speaks with great force
We scream for the hour to (arrive)
We will never know when You will show
The moment of defeat
Like we never knew when You would choose to gather all your sheep
Only he knows we beg to be divided
When two become one
One left in the field, one left at the mill
We devour this opportunity
To give penance
To spread the light of truth
As we fall asleep, the Shepherd divides his sheep
The thief will arrive
Your key in his pocket
He robs you blind
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