paroles de chanson Wolves of a Dead Generation - 'Iisnááhí

Listen to the wisdom of the old
The stories of the forgotten
The names of the fallen warriors
Listen to the cries that echo into the night
The struggles of the past
Embedded into our skin
Listen to the whispers of the wind
The guidance of Mother and Father
The prayers mumbled into the fire

Where have they gone
Are they gone forever
Where are we
Who are we
Where are we
Who are we

The wolf is what defines me
The wolf is the symbol of one
Of many
Of the bloodlust
Of the passion
Of the hate
Of our existence and decay
We are the last of the bloodlines
We are the wolves of a dead generation

Nonsense and close minded foolishness
Breathe in what is now the wasteland
They eat the toxic we were fighting
They live in the world not meant to be
Our Mother and Father are decaying
We will submit once they leave us
Now they pray when they did not believe
Our tradition is dead
They are no more

They are the extinction we have been fighting
They are the lost children
They are the reason we lose hope
Only a few remain to protect Mother and Father
They are the warriors who we defy
The ones who listened and learned
The ones who prayed and served
The tradition will live forever
If they are not forgotten
Search deep within yourself
Be the one to step up
And fight for yourself
And who you are born for
And find your inner beast

The wolf is what defines me
The wolf is the symbol of one
Of many
Of the bloodlust
Of the passion
Of the hate
Of our existence and decay
We are the last of the bloodlines
We are the wolves of a dead generation

WE ARE
One with chaos
WE EAT
The living and the dead
WE HOWL
Hear the war cries
WE LIVE
In one with fear
WE ARE
One with despair
WE EAT
The weak and the strong
WE HOWL
To mourn in the night
WE DIE
Under the full moon

WE ARE
One with chaos
WE EAT
The living and the dead
WE HOWL
Hear the war cries
WE LIVE
In one with fear
WE ARE
One with despair
WE EAT
The weak and the strong
WE HOWL
To mourn in the night
WE DIE
Under the full moon

Nonsense and close minded foolishness
Breathe in what is now the wasteland
They eat the toxic we were fighting
They live in the world not meant to be
Our Mother and Father are decaying
We will submit once they leave us
Now they pray when they did not believe
Our tradition is dead
They are no more

The wolf is what defines me
The wolf is the symbol of one
Of many
Of the bloodlust
Of the passion
Of the hate
Of our existence and decay
We are the last of the bloodlines
We are the wolves of a dead generation

WE ARE
One with chaos
WE EAT
The living and the dead
WE HOWL
Hear the war cries
WE LIVE
In one with fear
WE ARE
One with despair
WE EAT
The weak and the strong
WE HOWL
To mourn in the night
WE DIE
Under the full moon

WE ARE
One with chaos
WE EAT
The living and the dead
WE HOWL
Hear the war cries
WE LIVE
In one with fear
WE ARE
One with despair
WE EAT
The weak and the strong
WE HOWL
To mourn in the night
WE DIE
Under the full moon