| First felt the force in the moonlight
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| Black blood pumped straight to my heart
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| Cold grip of winter eternal
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| Tore pieces of my mind apart
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| Shape shifting surge through my shoulders
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| Blue lightning flies through my veins
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| Ears pounding, crashing with thunder
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| Strange visions into my brain
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| Born a beast in the woodlands
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| Abandoned before I could run
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| A channel of darkness in waiting
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| What have I become
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| No chains can ever contain me
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| No blade can puncture my skin
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| No plague can siege my defences
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| No spell can warp me within
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| Tried to shake off these demons
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| Sought to dampen the flame
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| A hunger that always needs feeding
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| No one dares utter my name
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| So this land I claim
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| I was born in the shadows
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| Of a life I’d not begun
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| I never ever stood a chance
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| To escape what I’d become
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| I was born in the shadows
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| Of a life I’d never begun |