The herds of sheep graze
On the wide field
The wind blowing hard and strong
The whirring sound the sheep ignore
The shepherd dozing off
Under the cool shade of a big tree
Dreaming about his wealth
Where he wants to go
The wolves camp in pack
Eyes staring at the live meat on the field
Smelling the heat of a hunt
The taste of blood and meat
The pack of wolves dance
Running hard on the ground
Smelling the good aroma
Imagine when the sharp teeth sink
Into the live fresh meat
When wolves have arrived
Crushing on the herds of sheep
The shepherd stands on his ground
Shooting off with his long rifle
Hitting the wolves squarely
They run for their lives
You can gain the upper hand
Silently creeping to take away
When it is caught
Confusion reign
There is no honor
Offering bribes to get advantage
The foundation is weak
It will fall tearing it all away
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