The
bad wolves
Howling
in the nights
Who
will be the unlucky ones?
The
feeding frenzy in the dark
Maybe
the unlucky ones
They
will turn into one
The
good chain returns
The
bad wolves howl
They
run in pack
A
leader and his pack of wolves
Eyes
glow in the dark
The
fear creep in the shadows
They
sing the same melody
Howling
into the nights
Take
the victims butchered in claws
And
bites of fangs marks
And
the hunters sleep
Counting
their treasures
Of
good food, wine, and women
And
wealth to keep silence
The
cry in the dark
There
is no way to escape
The
bad wolves run in pack
While
the hunters sleep
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