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Autumn >> Merchandise Links
Autumn
A dark wind blows a chill in his bones As the last wolf turns from the shore and goes Away back home to his pack and he smiles his teeth Blank, sharp white fangs with a drop of blood My neck turns blue by the hands that you Put around me while tightening the grip The blue moonshine on these wounds of mine I bed - and I'm sinking deeper into I crave - the embrace of the lake to take me to you I pray - the Gods to help me this one day I know - forgiveness is not your way The clouds grow thick as the mud Below his feet that walked countless miles The be home with child and wife and only find Black stained walls with all love gone My hands reach out to the love I see Only to be denied of complete devotion Blue moonshine on these wounds of time The battle cries inside his head fade away I sink deeper - return home to me I grow weaker - You are mine I gave you blood - and you made it die
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