They are the food and we are the hunters!

No one remembers the names of the trampled flowers
Fallen birds await the next wind before they try again
Though you have prayed, it won't change anything
Only the will to fight can change our world

Stepping the corpses, we keep marching on
Pigs sneer at our will to advance
Living in false prosperity like livestock
We should grab the freedom of us starving wolves!

Answer the humiliation of imprisonment with arrows of retaliation
On the far side of the city wall, the prey is slayed by the hunter
As our bodies are burning with an overflowing urge
crimson arrow flies through the scarlet of the dusk