Black Wolf - Wolfpakk, Rick Altzi

The spirit of the wolves, is alive in my heart

Running with them and let the hunt start

We are predators

And we are in charge

We’re free to live, to run, comin out of the dark

Heavy weather, lightning, thunderstorm

Against the wind and rain, we carry on

Black Wolf, strong and athletic

Black Wolf, fast and asthetic

Black Wolf, silent and still

Black Wolf, is crying from the hill

We crossing the fields and sniffing our track

I look to my mates we’re ready to attack

We are predators

With blood on our paws

We’re free to live, to run, a natural law

Heavy weather, lightning, thunderstorm

Against the wind and rain, we carry on

Black Wolf, strong and athletic

Black Wolf, fast and asthetic