I am the wolf, dark prince of night,
I'm the one you fear when there's no light.
I am a killer, that everyone knows.
Behold my teeth, behold my claws.
My fur, it shimmers, my eyes, they shine,
Every muscle is tense as I'm ready to dine.
I am hungry and angry and you won't get away.
I'm the wolf, and tonight, my dear, you are my prey.

You are the prey, so helpless and small,
Your body is weak, your eyes, they are dull.
You're another white dot in the green valley bay,
You're one in a million, but it's you I want today.
You're fragile, (I'm agile), you're stupid, (I'm smart),
You're slow as a snail and I'm quick as a dart.
It's how nature works, you've got nothing to say,
because I am the wolf, and so you are my prey.

Then tell me, how is it that whenever me meet,
Every time I get that good old craving for meat,
And I growl and I menace and then I attack,
Expecting to find you lying flat on your back,
Then I find myself, (how, I really do not understand),
With my arms twisted back and my face in the sand.
And with your heel on my throat, there's nothing I can do,
except howl in pain and ask myself, 'what kind of fucking
sheep are you?'