Praise this little totem It would have saved my life These killers, I loathe 'em Putting these wolves through strife Praise this little totem Why was it them, instead of you? I'm trying to find pieces of meaning But I'm finding very few This totem could have saved me But it had to be you My loyal, loving wolf Blades slashing your sinew Those heartless killers They attacked you instead of me They knew my love was with you And not my money They were not thieving riches They were thieving my soul Bless this little totem It is now yours, as I pay death's toll