Look into these crews eyes
Go one by one
And you will see clearly
That these wolves
My right hands
Are not dead
Just lurking for the right moment to come
And, as always, aiming for the head
Pride still exists
And we don’t intend to run
We would rather bleed
Than to kneel humbly in silence
That is our game
That is our plan
Coming at us with brute force
Guess you don’t know
But here
That ain’t gonna fly
But it seems like you have already decided
You have already chosen your route
So, come
Put us to the test
It will be interesting to see
If we are worthy of the history of our own tribe
