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v.3 You believe I am beaten, a mottled cur You believe I fear your gold and power You believe every word
you tell yourself But your eyes cannot meet mine... and you stare down at the ground... and I tense to spring
as I watch you cower...
v.4 I will do battle with you, human man The last thing you'll hear before one
of us dies Will be a snarling, bloodthirsty howl... A wolf frenzied by her children's cries

Chorus While you crouch in fear next to your fire Hear me howl when the moon rides full and high You sneer
in your pride but your black heart knows Mortality means even you will die
Background chant (repeated)
deep inside where you cannot hide you know some
day, some day you'll die
v.5 If I must take the mortal wound My children will remember and keep my fire They will know I gave everything
I could give** And you'll have... money in your pocket a dead man's name to ride on look in the
mirror...the damned face of a liar...
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...for my children
v.1 LaLoba lives, no longer prey Look into my yellow eyes Moonlight glinting from my fangs I smile at
you and analyze
v.2 The jugular pulses, blood-filled, warm
I lick my lips and hungrily stare
I laugh at your cocky arrogance, man
Your skin is so fragile, easy to tear
chorus While you crouch in fear next to your fire Hear me howl when the moon rides full and high You sneer
in your pride, but your black heart knows Mortality means even you will die

Chorus While you crouch in fear next to your fire Hear me howl when the moon rides full and
high You sneer in your pride but your black heart knows Mortality means even you will die
Background Chant (repeated):
deep inside where you cannot hide your black heart knows, it knows you lie
**chant (solo) every drop of blood every breath, every thought every word I spoke, everywhere I walked...
every prayer, every song, every joy every pain... every God damned or blessed moment... I did it for them
and I would do it again...

Copyright © 1998. Sara Michele O'Sullivan. All rights reserved. Inspired by the life-changing book,
"Women Who Run With the Wolves," by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D., and by the incredible lyrics of Metallica.

Click to hear "Spirit
of the Wolf"

Art by Teri Sodd, Moon and Back Graphics Music, original compositions by Elan Michaels Copyright, all rights reserved
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