Left for dead and names forgotten

Fallen birds long to be taken

By a wind that's foul and rotten

Praying while the gods ignore you

Leads to fear that makes you cower

But to change the fate before you

Means to fight with all your power

Pigs who languish in their cowardice

Cannot step over corpses that clutter their path

Will you be complacent, always obeisant

Or wake the starving wolf inside you?

Shame from the cage we gilded with sorrow

Gives us the will to fight for tomorrow

Even a lamb content in its pasture

Can be transformed into a hunter

Longing for blood and headed for battle

Now we are wolves where once we were cattle

Raising the cry we charge into twilight

We continue to fight!