( Dedicated to the red riding hood who was killed by the wolves in India)
The line between village and the forest has vanished
The beasts crawl even into her dreams
Sign of changing times, no heroes will come to rescue
And red riding hood get ravaged by wolves
Howlings can be heard everywhere
As we turn into the monsters,our metamorphosis is complete
Her blood in our hands, no longer we can claim to be humans
Go fair maiden to the kingdom of heaven and rest in peace
Far away from this country of beasts
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