The Dream

A pale moon shines upon the street In the dark them shining teeth Stalking through the misty forest The mighty beasts A pack of wolves Their prey seems breathless Their prey seems weak I start to rumble They start to growl Their prey seems breathless Their prey seems weak I start to rumble They start to growl I meet them with a grunt And they don't dare to make a sound End the deadly hunt While staring them to the ground Push back the wall A whisper becomes a scream Until I hear the call to wake up from this dream Stench of powders in the air Stomping boots get closer there Voices damped by fog and rain A group of men The drunken hunters Their prey seems cornered Their prey seems scared I start to run They start to rout Their prey seems cornered Their prey seems scared I start to run They start to rout I meet them with a grunt And they don't dare to make a sound End the deadly hunt While staring them to the ground Push back the wall A whisper becomes a scream Until I hear the call to wake up from this dream I meet them with a grunt And they don't dare to make a sound End the deadly hunt While staring them to the ground Push back the wall A whisper becomes a scream Until I hear the call to wake up from this dream