Текст песни Wolves - LIK

A hail of bullets tearing through skin
Like maggots carving highways in the unknown flesh
Hungry are them vicious wolves...
Clawing, hacking, craving death

No escape, deadly conflict until the end
Like vultures drooling awaiting their feast
Hateful fingers on the trigger...
Reloading, aiming, bringing death.

I am trapped in a massacre
Will I perish in flames
Ashes from the heavens rain
The day man lost

Relentless rapid fire
On the oncoming hordes
Lurking in the shadows
Dicreasing their rans
Pushing forward into the night
Responding hostile fire
Make them run for their lives

A storm of bombs desolate the plains
Like a pack of dogs hunting its prey
Damned are them fighting fools...
Praying, hoping that god's on their side