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Through ditch and trench
My knife will rip without rest
Piercing through howl and hair
Past mangled limb and torn ligament
By spawn and oaken root
Battle teeth and wound
Wand drawn
The midnight prowl, a funeral march
Bound in union with my ancestral home

Wings spread past crimson eyes
We will rise with white birch
And are clutched in talon

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