[Intro — radio chatter + rising guitars]
(spoken, distorted)
“—S.O.Z.E, move. Containment is gone.
No mercy. No retreat.”
[Verse 1]
Black plates, red glow, rain on the visor,
Boots hit the street like a funeral choir.
City’s dead, but we’re breathing fire,
We don’t run—we hunt what crawls out the wire.
Claw-mark ranks on the shoulder sign,
Wolf skull stare with a cold red shine.
When the sirens fade and the lights go out,
We’re the last damn thing they learn to doubt.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hear the howl in the static—lock the line,
Knees in the rubble, heart in the iron.
If you’re still alive, stay behind,
’Cause we’re coming through like a goddamn riot.
[Chorus]
WOLFPACK! — teeth bared in the storm,
One code, one vow, one blade reborn.
WOLFPACK! — when the dead come back,
We stand shoulder to shoulder in the pitch-black.
No fear, no fade, no step back—
S.O.Z.E forever—WOLFPACK!
[Verse 2]
Close quarters—breath hot through the mask,
Hidden blade snaps out when the mission asks.
Steel in the wrist, red in the night,
Clean cut—end it—keep moving, no light.
Tomahawk low on the spine like a promise,
Decon pouch swinging like “don’t get sloppy.”
We don’t pray for peace—we pray for contact,
Then we carve a path where the world collapsed.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Hear the howl in the static—lock the line,
We don’t break, we don’t bend, we don’t die.
If the horde wants in, let ’em try—
We’ll make a graveyard out the skyline.
[Chorus]
WOLFPACK! — teeth bared in the storm,
One code, one vow, one blade reborn.
WOLFPACK! — when the dead come back,
We stand shoulder to shoulder in the pitch-black.
No fear, no fade, no step back—
S.O.Z.E forever—WOLFPACK!
[Bridge — breakdown / halftime]
(chant)
Lock in—mask on—red line—no sleep,
Wolf skull—war hymn—dead men—don’t speak.
(growl)
We’re the cure in the chaos—
We’re the bite in the dark—
We’re the last thing you see
When the lights go out—WOLFPACK!
[Final Chorus — double time, bigger]
WOLFPACK! — march through the flame,
Black flags high with the wolf-skull name.
WOLFPACK! — cut through the stack,
Red blades screaming in a dead man’s land.
No fear, no fade, no step back—
S.O.Z.E forever—WOLFPACK!
WOLFPACK! WOLFPACK!