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How the moon leer's at thy ignorance |
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Ye who laughest in the face of Death |
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Know ye not its ever-gaping jaws? |
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They always hunger |
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Oh they wake up from their slumber now |
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Heeding the call of the wild |
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From the shadows they come forth |
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Abominations of the north! |
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Murderers, spawn of might impregnated by many a blackened will |
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The stalking horror |
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For long time gone |
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Hungry now for the kill |
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Holy guardians of the secrets nocturne |
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For which many a man have burned |
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And so the nightwinds cry out their dreaded warning wail |
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The wolves have returned |
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Beware! |
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The wolves curse |
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Beware! |
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The dark |
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Fear! |
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The lupus lunae |
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At night, beware! |
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Dwellers of the threshold |
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Children of the night |
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Predators and punishers, fearless yet feared |
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The stench of putrefaction and of long dead blood follow their steps |
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Ever so near |
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Beware! |
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The wolves curse |
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Beware! |
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The dark |
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Fear! |
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The lupus lunae |
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Fear! |
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The return |
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Approach them not with doubt in heart |
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Disturb them not in vain |
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Only the cursed ones |
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The wild at heart may enter their domain |
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A lawless realm where chaos breeds and howls most foul asound |
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So stay away, ye who is of god |
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This is enemy ground |
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Beware! |
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The wolves curse |
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Beware! |
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The dark |
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Fear! |
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The lupus luna |
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Beware! |
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Watain |
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Kerberos are We |
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The three-pronged spear |
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Shape-shifters, always hungry |
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Far beyond the grace of God lies the lair |
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Where shadows fall |
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Beware! |
