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The wolves carries my name |
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In their midnight speeches |
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And that quiet subtle voice |
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Is summoning me from afar |
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And a voice much closer |
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Screams to me with unholy impatience |
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And the weight of your soul |
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Will decide it's final resting place |
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As light is our darkness we seek the day |
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But when the shade of the night comes |
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It chases my strength away |
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I've seen unknown lands |
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No map has ever charted |
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And I lived in the deserts |
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And the wastelands |
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And I have spoken with the demons |
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And the souls of the slaughtered |
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And the weight of your soul |
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Will decide it's final resting place |
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As the light is our darkness... |
