Bad Wolf by Testa Rosa, released 04 November 2014 Bad wolf, red river, turning over what what he's eating Down here, there's an island, sort of an inlet, with deer feeding He cries, closes his eyes, for miles around they hear Look high, up towards the sky, as far as the eye can see Trees and eagles even At once he wants a great divide We fall to our knees and cry "This poor old river was.."