i walk alone where n*body can see and where i only
i must avoid the flock, they are chasing me like dogs
after their bleeding prey.
for a useless entrails they bury their honour
chasing a worthless moment of glory.
they are many and they cover with one another because
it’s their only way
– run! a bunch of wolves is coming with their mouth
vomited by the cowardice of being lonely.
your courage isn’t worth anything,
you are a thousand wolves
they merge their bleats to make them sound like roars,
but that isn’t worth anything,
what are you without your band?
you couldn’t even scare a child because
when you are alone you are empty useless boxes
with no emotions to cl*ssify you as humans.
you don’t scare me now and forever.
you are 1000 but i know you and i know that your
strength doesn’t exist
you are just 1000 sheep,
widen your empty eyes and you will see what it means to
– run! your courage isn’t worth anything,
you are a thousand wolves, just sheep
prepare your stronghold,
useless illusions you must disappear!