Natives of Wild Night

Savage

Savages under cover of the stars

Speaking secret plans

Wolves howling just over the hill

Lives they will take 

Calm with no remorse

They will never know

How close the ending is

Dead across the ground

Next to their weapons

Cut up in sections

Heads roll

Right and left

Savages move so silent

Undetected

Wandering footsteps 

Crushing the ground

Shaking up the wild with that

Golden rage

The wind blows

Savages near their mark

Life will pour and pour into the roots of the trees

They take their trophies 

Add them to necklaces

Heavy is the prize of

Sending one to hell

The savages tell stories 

Deep into the night 

Wolves sweep in for meat and bones

Then all is quiet until the day