Some say that our cries grow silent
Some have said we have vanished from this plane
Do you think so?
Do you think us gone forever?
We are wolves...
We hunt as one, live as one, die and love as one
Sometimes at night you will hear us
Sometimes on misty nights you won't
But somewhere, out there
We are alive
At the end of a year
Many of us are gone
Many have been killed by the hunter's gun
Where is our justice?
Where are the ones who said they loved us?
Though our song is fainter
Though you no longer hear us on most nights
We are still here
We are not gone
But our question remains
How much longer do we have?