Texty: Zao. Parade Of Chaos. How Are the Weak Free.

They will hunt again
With years to plan
And sharpen there teeth
To smile, and walk free

But no one knows, no one knows
Free the wolf from his cage
Watch him hunt, stalk his prey
We let them go

They will hunt again
Prey on the simple
Feast in the temple
Free the wolf?

We must put him down
We'll put him down again
Our protectors hide and grin