She gave him life, yet he would rather she be dead

Out of her soil and her genitalia she bled

The tears of love and pain on down through millennia

The only love that he knows is necrophilia

He is a servant of god and capital

Conquer the land for the gold, tobacco, and the animals

He came on ships, brought his horses and disease

He took by force what was offered to him peacefully

He robbed and killed and slayed up and down the coast

Columbus, Captain Smith, Cortés, father, son, and the holy ghost

Through his ceaseless wars he molds identity

Raped the natives and their land, demoralized his enemy

Drain the human will and labor energy

Blast furnace coal mines, sweat shops and textile mills

Symbol of the wolf, staring down the barrel of a gun

Like Kuwaiti oil fields burning in the desert sun

Every class and race, every corner of the world

China, India, Africa, America, and Europe

She feels connected to our life, but he must stand alone

In the name of progress, the damage he has done

To purify her soul and her body in his eyes

Decapitate and irrigate the other, sterilize

Everything he fears or doesn't want to learn

Like a Hindu widow or a witch, she must be burned

Science is the word, his sword the medicine

Modern gynecology and vivisection, he removed her sex organs

He bound her feet, chained up in the factory, a milk and birth machine

He erased her voice, her language, and her signs

He rewrote all the history books to cover up the crimes

Symbol of the Wolf, striking fear in the soul of men

Wiping out the predator so he can hunt the sacred game