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The wolves watch and wait as their prey wander aimlessly |
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Heedless of what is to be, all so damning and foreboding |
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An animalistic grin forms on their lips as they prepare themselves |
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With a final howl at the waning sun of mankind, they launch towards the throats of men |
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Entities of their own creation |
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Turn against the hand that feeds |
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A full moon is over the scene undescribable |
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Unprovoked is the nature of their kill |
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A feeding frenzy turns the tide of the world |
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Puffs of snow turn crimson and visceral |
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Against malcreation the nature does turn |
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Violation of evolution they churn |
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Now the wolves switch their attention |
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A yellow orb eyes at your face |
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Snarling its victory of man |
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And in seconds the wolves are gone |
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Crawl out of the shadows |
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Show us your cowardly face |
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A howl in the midnight world |
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Warns you of the coming storm |
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Awoken has that which you shouldn't have awoken |
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A presence to spell the doom |
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Exordium of our conclusion |
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Irreversible course on a path of no return |
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See a light so inviting at the end |
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Adrift in the middle of a vortex of snow |
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Only to awaken to hear them growl |
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Here you are on the run again |
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Ignorant of the things you've done |
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The lupine jaws snap at your heels |
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Even in your dreams you feel the chills |
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And so it goes on and on, never at peace after dawn |
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Forever cursed to your form |
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The pack is calling in to mourn |
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Abomination of steel, wolf and man, the irony of fate is grand |
