Mad boys, sons of the cities,
Raised between dream and tragedy.
Crazy, in the gutters and alleys,
Seeds of aggressivity.

Monsters in your midst

The heroes of your myths of yesterday,
You made us what we are today.
Moonlight, the fine art of illusion.
Starbright, your own consuming derision.

You fear and hate me,
I’d eat your children it is true,
But look at it my way:
Being in my place so would you.

Am I wrong cries the lone wolf,
To eat this blood that keeps me strong.
The hunter’s gun shouts oblivion
But I’m still here writing this song.

Ever since your race has arisen,
You’ve tracked and hunted me, all of you.
You say that I kill your children,
Well open your eyes so do you.