the moon is bright
the night is right
may all my dreams take flight tonight
i have shead my tear's
and sown up my teares
i strap on my fatal wears
im going out to night to see what i can find
im ignoring the calls of my kind
the moon is bright
the stars are shining to night
there will be blood shead on my call of right
im going on a hunt tonight
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