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Sitting quiettly in the dark of the forest, the wolves wait for the flesh at even
The smell of blood, the scent of death – the hunting has begun

No man can run from the hunger of the wolves
No man can run from the hunger of the wolves
The notion of feast rushes the slaughter

Gutts spilled out -rejoice – all the blood has left the body that is now petrified

Sitting quiettly in the dark of the forest, the wolves relish their meet
The smell of blood, the scent of death – impregnates the air

No man can run from the hunger of the wolves
No man can run from the hunger of the wolves

Eternally darkness follows their search for survival, the blackened race is doom
The wolf pack wanders alone through the deepest mist of rage

This is the beauty of the threatening race

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