Bone Spirit - Mother Wolf | Текст песни

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• Bone Spirit
• Mother Wolf

Mother wolf
Wakes for her nighty feast
For the hunt
She is leaving her lair
Pack of young
Follows the elder beast
Danger spreads
In the throbbing cool air

Moon's high and nox is young
Hunters wander through night
Blood's red sharp are claws
Tribe is ready for fight
In the world of hate
In the world of greed
Mother wolf protects her breed
In the world of lie
In the world of sin
She grows up predator kin

Snowy fangs
Grin in blood-hungry smile
Amber eyes
Glancing coldly and sage
Nature's child
Innocent but still vile
Tenderness
Quickly turns into rage