I am the Wolf ( The Hungry Wolf)
I am the wolf howling at the moon at nightthe silence broken witht he sound of my cries
my pack of predators are on the prowl
hungry, seeking food as my stomach growls
In the dead of the night, I awake my pack
the only light, the moon, everything else is black
the hunt is afoot, the prey is at large
its been a whole week, my pack has starved
A famine has swept the land
damn this cold winter, will we kill again
it's a fight: survival of the fittest
it's not a mtter of who is the biggest
I can see the blood-thirst in their eyes
the hunt for food is on the rise
I will see them kill once again
take some game back to their den
it's a matter of who will survive
I, the leader of the pack will provide
in this time of desperation
I, the hungry wolf will avoid starvation
white fangs, and coats of gray
blood of victims, skin of the prey
a new hunt has now gone askew
the wild beasts feast is few
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