coming out of the dark
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the beast, it rears its head
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walking onto the soft white, its lunar quest begins
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an invasion of truth
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to walk the land alone
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stepping out of the moral slide
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instinct is now its home
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and its on, its on
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the man is now the wolf
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and i have changed form to live as winters evening birth
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stepping into the cold
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as gore drips from my fangs
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walking into the moonlight, onto the snowy plains
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i have waited so long to feel this alive
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and its all that is real to me, on this winter night
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Winter
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| Cancerslug |
