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Born from the blood that was carried through time |
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Encircling the true essence of the wolf |
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To reap the weak as a cursed shadow in the night |
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And let their death ornament the snow |
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When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes |
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The human fear sings my song |
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When carelian forests echoe with your death |
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The power is regained by the strong |
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Singing ---- ---- - psalms to scourge ------ god |
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To make his children rot and hurt |
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Burning the chapels so their prayers cannot be heard |
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To leave them as kill for our knives |
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When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes |
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The human fear sings my song |
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When carelian forests echoe with your death |
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The spirit is regained by the aware |
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To see their altars turned to dust - Is a dream becoming reality |
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To see their cross crumbling to rust - Forgotten to void for eternity |
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The rite of white man reborn - From false light into darkness |
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That holds the true light in scorn - The |
