U.S. Christmas - Wolf On Anareta | Текст песни

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Wolf On Anareta cry the distant stars
Seed so old and forming, dying ancient light
Wolf on Anareta, destroyer of all kinds
Whatever cloak to guard them, whatever hand to bind.

When I recover, I will build a weapon
Erase your mark from man
Wolf on Anareta, destroyer of all kinds
Whatever cloak to guard them, whatever hand to bind.

Who seeks your counsel?
Are they listening now?
So alike my enemies
And will cut your throats in kind
Wolf on Anareta, destroyer of all kinds
Whatever cloak to guard them, whatever hand to bind.

I hear a savage throat, lay claim my soul
And an ancient fire,
Cook my bones
Wolf on Anareta, destroyer of all kinds
Whatever cloak to guard them, whatever hand to bind

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