| There is a crying in the nightfall.
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| There is a howling in the wind.
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| And when the urge is getting stronger.
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| We hit the streets, the city calls.
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| The night is free for all.
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| We rule the dark and we do as we please.
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| And nothing can stop us.
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| No time to catch some Z’s.
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| Howlin’With The 'Pac.
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| Fighting for the right to be.
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| Howlin’With The 'Pac.
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| Templars of the first degree.
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| We never minded any warnings.
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| Or asked directions from the stars.
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| And when the moon stops it’s ascending.
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| We feel the rush, the inner glow.
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| The crimson will flow.
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| We have the might, and the power to succeed
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| And nothing can stop us.
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| 'Cause we’re the restless breed.
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| Howlin’With The 'Pac.
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| Fighting for the right to be.
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| Howlin’With The 'Pac.
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| Templars of the first degree.
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| And when our allegiance is falling down.
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| We will crawl back from hell.
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| Reclaim the crown.
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| The sign is shining for us.
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| Its glow will lead us on our way.
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| When we are led astray.
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| No, no!
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| We rule the dark and we do as we please.
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| And nothing can stop us.
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| No time to catch some Z’s.
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| Howlin’With The 'Pac.
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| Fighting for the right to be.
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| Howlin’With The 'Pac.
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| Templars of the first degree.
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| Howlin’With The 'Pac.
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| Fighting for the right to be.
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| Howlin’With The 'Pac.
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| Templars of the first degree. |