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
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
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Writer(s): Dennis Witt
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