| «I see then nightshade grow» he spoke
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| And southern hounds awoke at dawn
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| Sought for the ever-liquid of our craving
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| Caught by the all embracing nightly sun
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| Admass — I laugh at your feeble lies — trash
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| Hatred in my eyes and in my blood
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| A scream across the fields — the rivers weep
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| A vanquished lord upon an oaken throne
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| Grief inside my flame — grasp at my existence
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| The seal of dawn is broken — fury
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| Wildfire
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| A windswept thought
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| Out in the perimeter where laughs are
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| No longer heard, screams no longer seen
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| And life is always lost
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| Gaze into the skies for they are blind
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| Blinded by the nightshade of our lust
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| Grinded to dust
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| The wolves are here
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| The beast of the savage lands
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| They drink my blood
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| They feast upon my remains
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| The tears in their eyes betray
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| Wildfire |