| Shadowland, day 9
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| I keep to write about the bride
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| A mother of moonkind
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| I have search
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| Since dawn of mankind
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| Man has to hide at night
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| Curse of the moon
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| Corpses every month
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| Lie in the woods
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| Bited and pulped
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| An endless hunt
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| The theets that blunt
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| She howl at night
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| You point the sight
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| Her breathing behind your dirty neck
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| The Wolfgirl is coming to infect
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| Her breathing behind your dirty neck
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| The Wolfgirl is coming to infect
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| Shadowland, day 12
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| I keep to delve into the shelves
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| I’ve found a spell, I’ve found a damn
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| Cast by a witch against a madam
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| «Oh sweethart, sweet gem
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| You killed the wolf that at your lambs
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| So I curse you
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| To realize how poor we are
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| Without some fight
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| Inbreed the innocents
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| Biting the blood vessels
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| Look at the beast you are
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| An hairy wolfmoon madam
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| Remember rotten heart»
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| Her breathing behind your dirty neck
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| The Wolfgirl is coming to infect
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| Her breathing behind your dirty neck
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| The Wolfgirl is coming to infect
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| I look at night to see the light
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| Of the moon, my enemy
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| I feel thrill, I feel ill
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| My nails are growing fast
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| Time for the beast
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| I feel the rage
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| The rage
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| I feel the rage
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| Her breathing behind your dirty neck
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| The Wolfgirl is coming to infect
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| Her breathing behind your dirty neck
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| The Wolfgirl is coming to infect |