| A code embedded deep within
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| Encrypted in vaults of bone and skin
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| A tug magnetic toward the dark
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| The wolf voracious hath witnessed it’s mark
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| Internal pressure growing behind your eyes
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| It’s mounting still
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| Constant thoughts of evil are coming to a head inside you
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| Humanity decreasing
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| Blood is strong upon the passing winds
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| To forsake would be a sin
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| Let the night entrance you
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| You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium
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| Pitch black transmission of the soul
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| Instincts from within rise
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| We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside
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| Cannot escape this longing
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| These symptoms don’t remit for death
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| Becoming sick
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| The long hairs
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| Feel them stand
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| The nightworld calls again
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| Your existence turning black
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| There’ll be no coming back
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| A desire to tear and hack
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| It’s growing lord
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| Please help us
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| You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium
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| Pitch black transmission of the soul
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| Instincts from within rise
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| We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside
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| You must subdue this yearning to feast
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| That very eve the devil cameth
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| And his will did force thine idle hands
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| Open his heart of molten darkness
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| Floweth forth foul rivers of the damned
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| Blood of the lycan within thee
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| Enthroned heir to their cosmic fathers unknown
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| Who traileth not far from where death would increase
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| Seek they to murder
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| To rid this world clean
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| A curse by the ancients of bloodline befouled
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| The clouds they are parting
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| The moon has come out
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| Internal pressure growing behind your eyes
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| Its mounting still
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| Constant thoughts of evil are coming to a head inside you
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| Humanity decreasing
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| Blood is strong upon the passing winds
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| To forsake would be a sin
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| Let the night entrance you
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| You’ll feel the pull of the moonlight equilibrium
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| Pitch black transmission of the soul
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| Instincts from within rise
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| We’re all but beasts that hunger from inside
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| Cannot repress these urges to kill
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| To taste the red your only will
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| There’s no salvation |