February 2009
I hear you weep so far from here I taste your tears like you're next to me And I know My weak prayers are not enough to heal The ancient wounds so deep and so dear The revelation is of hatred and fear
You heard us, the time is ours. Awaiting the night fall, to turn into life. Like werewolfs thirsting for blood, me and the boys are breeding. You have to turn up the sound and celebrate this night. (H
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