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Rotted trunks in the infinity
Trunks are moss-grown
Branch plaited in embrace
Dance of icy wind
Among sleeping woods
Covers up lonely wolf's track
Wild and lonely wolf's track

I sweep animal's cold eyes
Over deadly scenery of wood
Under shiny grey fur
There are lethal white fangs
Welcomes silver fullmoon in the night

I smell by the wind
Scent of the blood
My vision becomes sharper
I am like a wolf

My hearing receipts
Inauddible whispers from beyond
My spul is howling to the moon
My body took over
Inhumen nibleness
My mind are full of lust
I am like a wolf

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The Time Of The Wolf
Besatt



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