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Teksty: Hour Of The Wolf. Power Of The Wolf. Burn It.


Burning up and its getting hotter. No place to shade this
flesh that blisters. Sweat, I sweat. salt in my eyes. Can't stop
these vultures that are on the rise. Doormat thoughts lie beneath the
surface. Blood runs cold and the bodies dead stiff. Wilt and dry.
Morning glories die. This venom kills but its gonna take time. Your life
was abandoned. You're gone. all is baron. All colors left your face, all
memory is erased. Use sand to quench your thirst and each drink will end
up choking you. It rots you from the inside out and you don't care. I'd
rather see you die then live like your in hell. One of these nights ill
find your body stiff in bed. And I will close your eyes to let you
finally rest. Leaving home and I'll never look back. I'm gonna burn your
body in that shack
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