Full moon stares at me
from the ceiling
Shadows are sucking
at my
There's magic in seven virgins
after you've gone through million
Tell me I`m a fool with my feet off
Hear the mad dogs barking with the voice of men.
Bodies
We sent the word ou our coming.
We've done it many
Pack of wolves behind me, seasons on my face
Coming out
The touch of you body still lingers on my hands
Clean puncture and now she`s gone
But her spell
Blinded in the land of the one-eyed.
Took a walk the
The flesh is weak, the bones are brittle, the blood
We live with rage, conditioned and natural, that is all
I`ve never ceased to wonder
At the strangeness
I may no longer be your friend
but this much I
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