The Wolves in People's Clothing

my hands are shaking slowly
I bury my face in them
there is strange grain on the field
not good enough for starter dough
they are trodden to the ground
trying to lift the spike
because I cannot be rooted
nothing more I can expect from here
nothing better but away
I must go

how much longer must one still
how much longer must one journey
before the days here are through
perhaps we cannot be eachother's support

the shadow of the forest fills the field
moon calls the beasts to the game
they have sharpened the spears
they are like the wolf's teeth
not sparing me

how much longer must one still
how much longer must one journey
before the days here are through
perhaps we cannot be eachother's support

there is no time, there is no place
no space to build 
the wolf in man once awakened is endless
and one cannot ever love the human
the wolf cannot ever love the human

(Lyrics translation by me from Mokoma - Sudet Ihmisten Vaatteissa)