Little Lamb

O gentle, little lamb,

Soft with clear innocence,

Why you wonder beyond

My strong, protective fence?

You're on your own, darling,

To face the harsh world's things.

Of all friends you can meet,

Why scary, evil wolves?

It's not of Nature, dear,

To be them you will love.

Among them you're alone;

Your voice dies in their song.

O gentle, little lamb,

Soft with clear innocence,

We are the wolves of black.

Why you wander hither

With no one to guard you?

Do you have any clue?

We are the hated wolves.

We sing in the cold night

Of a world with no love,

Feared by the ones your kind.

Your kind won't get near us;

Stay away, you must.

You have a sweet, pure heart.

You're like the god's best art.

I will spend the days through

For miles, looking for you.

You have a sweet, pure heart.

You're like the god's best art.

We'll be your brothers true,

For we're gonna spare you.