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When winter hit with dreary snows
I heard the wolves at my door
At times their terrific shadows
Would crawl and dance over the floor
And carve the wounds
Of an unspeakable secret!
Of what infamous hounds
Was I then the target?

Trapped inside
The Faux pas of god
I fell my rebel heart keep step in rhythmic odd

When summer's heat began to threat
I heard the wolves at my door
At times their trimphant silhouette
Would crawl and dance over the floor
And carve the wounds
Of an unspeakable secret!
Of what infamous hounds
Was I then the target?

When, the last ritual said,
I went beyond the horizon
To forge a truthful blade
And pierce through my cosmic prison
That starved my soul, a shame,
But I've kept the godlike powers
Real deep inside my veins,
Howling now with restless hunger

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