This world through which we wander,
Is wonderful and strange
The only [bad word] we could really know,
Is that everthing will change.

Like the rain that fills the ocean,
Like the storm that shakes the pine.
We are all a part of the grand design.

This has been our home forever!
This is where the clan belongs.
We were born beside this river,
And we filled the nights with songs.

We must fight for what belongs to us,
What is yours and what is mine.
We are all masters of our own design.

The land no more belongs to us,
Than the eagle owns the sky.
We must fight for our survival,
If we don't we'll surely die

We are one with what surrounds us,
Brothers to all we see.
We are wolves,
We take what we need.
To stay alive and free.

The one thing we will surely learn,
As we walk the path of time.
No one can rise above.
We are wolves, the masters of!

We are all a part of the grand design.
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