A pack of wolves
running wild in the wood
Looking for trouble
and up to no good.
They would own the night
and sleep thru the day
These wolves did cause fright to all in their way.
To the town
and to the dead
Their tribe was known as The Fangs of Red.
The wolves had come
from a volcanic eruption
inside of the sun
They arrived on the earth
shortly after their birth
While riding a lightening bolt weighing more than its worth.
But from this point on and to the day
It was in the darkness they would stay
Six wolves with eyes of green
Carrying coats of silver
that made the stars scream
In the shadows they would walk
All other life was theirs to stalk
During the night they would howl up at the moon
While reeking of death
and leaving trails of maroon
The town had a curfew at dusk
when the night fell,
staying inside was a definite must.
The Fangs of Red
were being hunted by many men
but in the end
they would all be left dead.
It was soon the sixth of June
a very cold night
underneath a full moon
A little boy got lost in the forest
while looking for his cat named Morris
The town was too scared to leave their homes
to find the boy in the wood and all alone.
The Fangs of Red spotted him from a mile away
while he sat there and cried
and prayed to be saved
He could hear their footsteps
closing in on all sides
and at this moment
he knew he would die.
One wolf!
Two wolves!
Three wolves, Four!
Five wolves! Six wolves,
were going to even the score!
Saliva was dripping from their teeth
Blackening whispers
The smell of fresh meat
The little boy was seeping with sweat
this hunt for morris
he now would regret
The Fangs of Red were built to kill
the taste of warm blood and bite tearing guts
was their only true thrill.
In a matter of seconds
the boy ceased to cry
as the world turned black outside his eyes
From the wolf,
A gruesome greeting
To the town,
which had a meeting
Gasoline their hands were sqeezin’
“We’re gonna send these wolves a bleedin’”
they began to yell
“We’re gonna send these wolves to hell”
The town soon set the wood a blazin’
“Death to the wolves and their demon haven”
The flames were bleeding into the sky
A massive rage rising up so high
The Fangs of Red
were never seen again
to the town
in which they fed
But the howling of the night
is still being heard by the dead.
