He'll fell the oldest tree down
once it fails to bear him fruit
Why should he practice patience
when his men were taught to loot?
He does not feel the poison seeping from the punctured root
He does not see the hemlock flower bent under his boot

He'll drain the sacred lake out if it does not yield a catch
Why should he practice prudence?
He was brought up to be brash
He does not see the molar hidden deep under the ash
He does not hear the wind
and run to check he's closed the latch

Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat
Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat
Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat
Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat
Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat
Ovis amica magnum lupum devorat

He'll wage another war if he doesn't get his way
Why should he book a room if he can take me on the hay?
He does not seem to read my teeth as anything but play
The only peace I hope to find I'll get when I am grey