The rise of binary moons Stirs me from my hibernation Over the blasted purple dunes I crawl among alpha radiation
Eyes aglow as I stalk the night Your scent is traced with cyber olfaction This nocturnal hunt is my only delight A rousing and precise vocation
A quick howl, my brothers are called forth Gathered to commence calibration Each of the pack must show his worth And learn the sacred art of predation
Sweep out and our target is set An ignorant herd in migration Unaware of the lurking threat Our jaws are wet with salivation
Run fast Tear the ground This night could be your last
Hear the howl Fear the sound Dire Wolves are on the prowl
This world is ours, there's no prey left But the hunt can never cease We look towards the stars for a new test We come in war, never peace
Run fast Tear the ground This night could be your last
Hear the howl Fear the sound Dire Wolves are on the prowlTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
