This is the call of the Wildman, Can you hear him scream? This is the call of the Wildman, And Nature is standing still!
What can you see you close your eyes? Can you see the paradise? In a world where beauty lies without boundaries, Untouched perpetual, lives a man
He is the King, of Mother Nature He is the King of a Dying World
Who are we to claim this world our own, only taking, Who are we to exploit natures treasure, without compensation
Always hungry for more, we are destroying this planet for own comfort Have you ever thought of the damage we cause? Extinction of species, in a fraction of a second, forged over thousands of years But now it is to late...
This is the call of the Wildman! Can you hear him scream? This is the call of the Wildman! Screaming for his live!
He is hurt! The Wildman dies!
What can you see when you open your eyes? Can you see the paradise? In a world of disaster from which there will be no return, Ruined Wastelands, dies a man
He is the King, of Mother Nature He is the King of a Dying World
Who are we to claim this world our own, only taking, Who are we to exploit natures treasure, without compensation
Always hungry for more, we are destroying this planet for own comfort Have you ever thought of the damage we cause? Extinction of species, in a fraction of a second, forged over thousands of years But now it is to late...
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