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PreyTwisted jungle growth
Deadly creatures lay in wait
For foolish pray
The only pray foolish to drop it's guard
What a decadent meal it makes
Raw flesh, and boiling blood
Ah what a sweet wine the human soul makes.
The PackLashing winds from the frost gale
Snow covered grounds bear no food
The pack runs free, and unbridled
From Alpha to Omega
Baring blood on the purest white
All for them for the strive to life.
Red BlackRed, Black, Black, Red
Interchanging one against the other
A direst cry to shatter the moon
Red life spilled
It came to soon.
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