In the wilds where I dwell,
In the fields where I roam.
In the forests where I hunt,
I found a place I can call home.

In the cities where they live,
In the buildings which they build.
I wonder if they know,
How much of me they've killed.

Few of them I've known,
Many have I seen.
This does not make me proud to say,
But one of them I've been.

Corruption is their weapon,
Ignorance their tool.
They've lied to me all my life,
For them I played the fool.

Soon I will be leaving them,
Soon I will be free.
When I prove my worthiness,
Death shall rescue me.