The Thrill of the Hunt

When the moonbeams fall and the heads go up,
and the haunting sound of the pack goes out,
it echoes throughout the land, and now the whole pack knows the plan.

The hunt is on, its time to attack.
You know the plan, its time to react.
The prey has started to run.
Its time to have some fun

The thrill of the hunt is pumping,
Like the blood of the prey we're hunting.
We control the pace of the hunt
it is not the preys race to run

The prey may believe that escape it can
but every turn it takes is all apart of the plan
You block of the eastern path
That was your only task.

You run to your spot, left your team behind you
adrenaline pumping, its a race against time
You push yourself to the limit.
Its the the thrill that drives you there

You reach your spot, stopping the prey
Sending it reeling, running the other way
right into a dead end
where the prey shall meet its end

The thrill of the hunt, it was good while it last
But its time to relax, enjoy the prize at hand
And wistfully look to the sky
Thinking of the next hunt we plan.