❤WolfFangz❤

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Without knowing the name of the trampled flowers
The birds that fell to the ground are waiting for the wind

Praying won't change anything
What will change the ⟪depressing situation⟫ (present) is how ready you are to fight...

Oh, the pigs sneering at our will to advance as we step over corpses
The livestock may be at peace...in their phony prosperity ...But let us be "free" like the dying, starving wolves!

The humiliation of being trapped ↢signals↢ our counterattack; you're a ⟪hunter⟫ who slaughters the prey beyond the castle walls
While you're consumed by a raging ⟪bloodlust⟫ (urge), what gouges the scarlet at dusk is―

↢the crimson bow and arrow↢

Preparing my ↢, I won't let the targets (them) that I'm pursuing get away
Firing my ↢, I'll corner them and never let them get away
I pull my bowstring all the way to the limit
I'll fire it again and again until ⟪my targets⟫ (they) are dead

What will kill your prey
isn't your ⟪weapons⟫ (tools) or skills
but your own well-honed bloodlust