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 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 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 I see
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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 - You are mine
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I gave you blood - and you made it die
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The Green Angel
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Autumn |