Hounds

(Maker)
Do you hear the hunt in the distance?
Mongrels baying for blood
That overarching tradition
Bloodsport, the thrill of the chase

The howling beasts foam at the mouth
To sate their hunger, they chase you down
You better run, you better hide
Find an escape from the hounds

Temperatures rise
Sweat on their brow
Heartbeat thunders, stalking the prey
A few more paces, time to pounce
Teeth barеd, from adrenaline blind
Fulfilling this carnal desirе

The howling beasts foam at the mouth
To sate their hunger, they chase you down
You better run, you better hide
Never succumb to the hounds
The Hounds...