We hunt for survival, pleasure and taste
Tracking our prey, we move with in haste
We rush on to keep rhythm with fate
We stare you down, with prowess and hate
Move in to kill, our intent is plain
Shatter the bone, moans full of pain
Blood in the air, fresh kill of the ground
Alphas eat first, there’s no protest sound
Sacred laws, better not broken
The chain of command goes unspoken
Fever pitch, in a frenzy they come
Following the primal sound of a drum
Fleeting paws, growls upon their arrival
Snarls and sneers meant for our rivals