He runs into the night Finding a place to hide Why do they hunt him again? His heart, it beats so fast No sound, they moved on at last Timidly he wanders his way. He only came for some food Maybe even company Sometimes he feels so alone. He is the last one of his kind All his companions have died Man signed their fatal destiny His dreams tell him of ancient times Of wolves and men running side by side How delightful freedom must have been Wild woman's mate and totem-beast Idolised he was, but suddenly all changed When the men with false dogmas came You call him the "evil beast"? But you are the real evil beast! You, who damned nature's dear child He cries his sorrow to the moon A tear shines through the misty gloom Can't you hear the last wolfs serenade? Alone he sits by the lake His image in the lake his only friend Can't you hear the last wolf's serenade?