In the deep forest, stillness sets in
No stars; no moon; the sky is clean
Yet, a single creature ambles behind the trees
On its own, surviving, no one knows what it feels

Out in the woods, silence hovers the sky
All alone, it watches time goes by
It becomes dangerous after the end of the day
It's then when it lies low, stalking its prey

At last the sun went down to sleep in the west
It emerges from its cave, where it comes to rest
Strolling the forest, it lies between the bushes
Awaiting its kill to come near, it ambushes

Attacking by surprise, the quarry has no chance
It cannot escape the hunter's sharp lance
The hunter lives on, feasting on its rage
At dawn it returns to its golden cage

The lone wolf is lurking in the night
You can't escape the hunter's sight
Lying low, you cannot hear its cry
This lone wolf, this hunter - it is I