| The morning slowly came, my life about to end
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| Then the wind would change, all but one had left
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| The angelic wolf had stayed, without a word she said
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| Follow me, follow the wolf
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| And so I followed the wolf, up the wooded mountain side
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| Close to the top… she suddenly stopped
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| Sun to the east, man and beast
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| Just two silhouettes… in a landscape never to forget
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| Like dark decaying teeth, I saw the village beneath
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| A few and distant roads all leading away from here
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| Nobody in the streets… decay
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| I must follow the wolf again, I must follow her till the end
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| The end
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| The wolf had turned around, facing higher ground
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| And there it was… the house of god
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| In awe I looked as time had stopped
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| Follow me
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| I had never seen a church like this before
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| «this place is terrible» inscribed above the door
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| Like dark decaying teeth, I saw the church within
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| A few distant thoughts, inviting me in to sin
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| Nobody in the church… decay
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| Shrouded in a gloomy light, as if my final night
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| I wonder if God was ever here
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| Or did he turn away in fear, did he turn away in fear? |