The
black dogs run
The
lights of the moon
Rising
magically in red
It's
the crack of smog and haze
In
group the black dogs pursue
Dreaming
of the big bones back home
The
fresh meat in the cold room
The
work is a pleasure to go
Stop
at the open field
Smelling
the night air of breeze
Listening
with their dog ears
The
lights of the moon
The
sheep in sleeping
Dreaming
all about paradise
The
cool windy breezes flow
They
don't smell danger in the night
The
black dogs change
In
the red moon night
The
red eyes of wolves
They
run to the sleeping sheep
The
charge of howling beasts
The
sheep jump up in surprise
Eyes
bewildered as they see
The
herd of wolves howling
The
fear creep in the night
The
innocent will perish
The
sheep run in every direction
One
by one fall as the wolves bite
In
the red moon
The
sheep in pool of red
The
wolves butching all
No
mercy no second chance
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