Through The Steadfastness Of Centuries Growing Up Are The Dead Stalks Dimly Glaring In The Moonshine Are Cold Roses Putrid Stench Of Flowers Of Evil
Moon It Is Wolf Bleeding The Dawn It Is Howl Ruining The Silence Of Night The Silvershine Of Fullmoon The Cold Eyes Are Like Glittering Steel Fouled Trails Of Wolfish
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Cold... Cold... Beastial Frost... Hunger... Death... Everyone Is Dead Of A Plague... Night... Gloom... The Moon High Above... In Darkness There're Heard
The Reason Is Toughly Enshrouded The Bloody Haze Hides My Sight A Gasping Wheezing Breathe... I Walk Away Into The Ural Woods I Am Entailed With The
...And Again - Into Cold Twilight Of Dense Ural Woods Under Marbled Cloudy Sky I Go Away... Away... Lost In The Forest Marshes I See No Sunlight I Roam