I Am The Wolf

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I am the wolf that feeds on sorrow
I bring melancholy into the morrow
With no chance of my rise
As I look into your eyes
With black moons upon the horizon
Captured with the death count rising
No more upon the lands of the meek
There is so much more that you must seek
No more, no more
For I am the wolf that feasts on the darkness





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