These grounds are barren, these lands are cold This season many grim occurrences will unfold A pack of wolves gather, sixteen they are Driven by hunger they set out a journey far No deer, no hog, no hare here in these desolate lands Yet, when sixteen wolves co-act they make a powerful stand Their blood is freezing and cold are their eyes Soon the pack will hunt a victim of great size…
A herd of bison, grazing the fields When the wind took their scent their presence was revealed Carefully the skulking wolves approach the herd Fear is growing though the perilous footsteps can't be heard
Then the wolves arise, the flock they terrorize and shoo Chasing the bison, the weakest of the group they turn to But then the herd regroups and stronger than the wolves they are Steaming with anger they defend and their sharp horns leave scars…
The wolves are weakened, starving to death Severely biting they fight for each other's dying breath But then a being walking upright through the fields appears It doesn't notice that eleven starving wolves are near
And in a circle they come growling at their final chance Paralyzed by fear the victim stares in trance
Then without warning they attack, tearing through flesh and veins Horrible cries of death echo over the plains…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
