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A dark wind blows a chill in his bones |
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As the last wolf turns from the shore and goes |
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Away back home to his pack and he smiles his teeth |
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Blank, sharp white fangs with a drop of blood |
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My neck turns blue by the hands that you |
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Put around me while tightening the grip |
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The blue moonshine on these wounds of mine |
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I bed - and |
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I'm sinking deeper into |
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I crave - the embrace of the lake to take me to you |
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I pray - the |
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Gods to help me this one day |
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I know - forgiveness is not your way |
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The clouds grow thick as the mud |
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Below his feet that walked countless miles |
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The be home with child and wife and only find |
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Black stained walls with all love gone |
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My hands reach out to the love |
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I see Only to be denied of complete devotion |
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Blue moonshine on these wounds of time |
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The battle cries inside his head fade away |
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I sink deeper - return home to me |
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I grow weaker - |
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You are mine |
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I gave you blood - and you made it die |
