Wolves کے بول

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