| The Last Howl |
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| Old and crooked bones creek against his weary feet |
| Now he’s grown so old, marked by the lines in his face |
| Stubborn old man refusing to change |
| Son of the vicious wolves, he’ll be the remainder of his days |
| Oh, woah, mmm |
| And if you listen to the wind |
| You can hear the howl of the man who was raised by wolves |
| Though his body disappear |
| You still know that his soul lingers on |
