Cradle of Filth
A Dream of Wolves in The Snow
May dreams be brought that I might reach...
The gentle strains of midnight speech
And frozen stars that gild the forest floor
Through the swirling snow
Volkh’s children come
To run with me, to hunt as one
To snatch the lambs of christ
From where they fall...
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