The Howl

I am a six legged creature
four the ones who remember
two for the ones who grow appart
I howl for an oath that was broken
our blood is one.

The voice from the past
Cant be heard in this present
but it echoes...
To much noise for your great thinkers
and small ears.
I howl , but they wont listen
our future is of black blood.

Stop your smoke machines brother
Your are hunting our mother
Become a guardian brother
Before Steel, fangs and blood kill us all
I howl for the ones about to be
and my tears, are because they are already forgotten...

Marcio