Men go into battle where they face fear
Fear in its bloodthirsty eyes
They look down with their guns in hand
Strategizing, not knowing that the enemy is hidden
Hidden in what seems to be the nicest thing
Now they go with their war cry coming out of their souls
Their enemy is prepared and armed to the teeth
But the unknown enemy has the upper hand in this battle
They run shooting madly at the enemy they know
They kill a few, a little over five soldiers, and they take cover
Reloading they scream each other their next move
The unknown enemies unmask themselves and arm themselves
“You ready?” asks the eldest of the two soldiers
“Let’s do this!” replies the youngest the other
But when they look up, they look at fear itself
Two wolves armed to the teeth, with axes and rifles
Life flashes before their eyes and they remember that dreadful
The day where their father was killed by a wolf
The day where they say the person they love the most
Being eaten by a savage creature of the underworld
And now, in the battlefield, in this rainy night
They must face the nightmare that has haunted them their entire life
Except these weren’t real wolves, these were men
Men armed with weaponry that could kill in a second
“Surrender or fight” those are the thoughts of the eldest
“Weapons on the ground” says one of the wolves
The youngest puts down his rifle but the oldest…
He attacks and never surrenders leaving a wolf wounded
The other kills the eldest soldier but the youngest…
He kills…he kills both wolves then he checks on his dead brother
And cries his heart out until a bullet breaks his skull, destroys his brain and
comes out his forehead
