You're the prey and we're the hunters!
Unknown are the names of the flowers that have been trampled.
Birds have fallen to the earth and long for the wind.
Prayers won't solve anything, only the will to fight can change here and now!
Oh pigs who laugh at the resolve to walk over corpses and move forward.
Livestock complacency? False prosperity?
Give us the freedom of dying, starving wolves!
The humiliation of being caged is what triggers us to fight back.
We hunters slaughter prey beyond the castle walls.
Consumed with surging bloodlust, as our crimson bows and arrows pierce scarlet holes into the twilight.
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