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"I see then nightshade grow", he spoke |
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And southern hounds awoke at dawn |
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Sought for the ever liquid of our craving |
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Caught by the all embracing nightly sun |
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Admass, I laugh at your feeble lies, trash |
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Hatred in my eyes and in my blood |
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A scream across the fields, the rivers weep |
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A vanquished lord upon an oaken throne |
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Grief inside my flame, grasp at my existence |
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The seal of dawn is broken, fury |
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WildfireA windswept thought |
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Out in the perimeter where laughs are |
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No longer heard, screams no longer seen |
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And life is always lost |
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Gaze into the skies for they are blind |
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Blinded by the nightshade of our lust |
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Grinded to dust |
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The wolves are here |
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The beast of the savage lands |
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They drink my blood |
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They feast upon my remains |
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The tears in their eyes betray |
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Wildfire |
