31 July 2012
We kill the dead and call the living,
The night never ceases to be thrilling;
All of us in shaded shaggy pelts,
Into the shadows we promptly melt.
Choir of hunger piercing the skies,
Chorus of laughter there till we die.
Demons and devils, rogues and corsairs,
Scoundrels returning to our lair.
Slaver running from reddened jaws,
Creatures under our own laws.
Intelligance flashes in our eyes,
Seeing through all human lies.
All of us race through the gulf
Whos afraid of the big bad wolf?
The Wolves • Opuss № I