The Pack کے بول

As this day of hell comes to an end Hear the pack emerse, from their den See them moving towards your mighty prey See the closing in, your final day They can sense your fear, deep inside You're their prey tonight so pray for life The Pack The Pack You can feel death's grip from the pain Ripping through your flesh, like a blade Their piercing teeth, and their iron claws The pack moves in now, nature's call Try to run, ha, ha! Try to hide No escape The pack will find The Pack The Pack The sun now shines across the grounds Revels the feast last night but not a sound the snow now stained with human blood For these lost souls life is done So pray for souls, wandering endlessly Until the next feast, the pack sleeps The Pack The Pack