The moon's three night reign deals me torture and pain. A curse that is ancient, burning damnation Fur rips my pores, forced to run on all fours. Midnight maurader, You I will slaughter
Call Of The Wild Call Of The Wild
Fire pumps my veins, darkness squeeze my brain Rip out your scream like a slow moving dream Can't fight back it's all fading to black Rip, bite and claw Blood drips from my maw.
Call Of The Wild Call Of The Wild
Vigilantes of the dead riding out to take my head. I can die a thousand deaths in the night draw another breath
I will crush your fraigle lives If you come with guns and knives Blood flows rivers through your town Silver bullet brings me down
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