Basically this poem is about wolflike agression. The ones who wants to silence us will be ripped to pieces and evil retreats😎.

O.k. then, on request, I tried to translate this properly :

The growl grows stronger,
crying in the night.
Claws, strenght, aggression,
in that shiny skin.
Eyes glowing like fire,
the last hour has struck.
For those who silence others,
the dirt drips from their wounds.
Like a great tyrant,
disappears into the night.

Love and light, Dirkje

Nice art👍! I would like to live in a forest like in those paintings