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 Tell me trees that seep the dayShow me the truth where our nature is bound
 Their eyes stand still (The animist!)
 Baptize me within your will
 Make me part of your innate grace
 By a mystical embrace
 
 All you have done (All we have done)
 All you've been fighting for
 All you have known (Ruins of truth)
 Is covered by falling dew
 All that exists (Dangerous sins)
 Drowning in ashes and mist
 A rising thrill on your skin
 Heralds, the end is near
 
 You may pile gold
 Until there's nothing more
 You shall fall
 I will not follow you
 Spilling out tears
 For a nearsighted mind
 I'm reborn here
 Strong as the wolves' call
 
 Free man's native form once you belonged to this earth
 The force that I feel in your voice grows when daylight fades
 
 We are howls of
 Praise to the night
 Engraved in the falling darkness
 Of the wolves' night
 And if I die you won't be afraid
 Even a moon risen in fear will reveal
 The bitter cold of the wolves' night
 
 Run through the forest of the past as you know
 Make sure no one can see you run alone
 Run through the blanket of winter's snow
 You will guide your fate, do not ask for more
 
 No return can't you hear until we learn to see
 Same old ghost, can't you feel, slowly killing me
 No more time now could halt the fall
 How could we not hear the wolves' call
 
 We are howls of
 Praise to the night
 Engraved in the falling darkness
 Of the wolves' night
 And if I die you won't be afraid
 Even a moon risen in fear will reveal
 The bitter cold of the wolves' night
 
 As long as I've chances to change the new world
 With my life I'll fight for the years to come
 As long as I've chances to change the new world
 With my life I'll fight for the years to come
 
 If I've chosen not to fight any more
 If I deceive the father's will with a storm of lies
 Just to fill my eyes
 Raising my sword as if all is lost
 
 If I've chosen not to fight any more
 If I deceive the father's will with a storm of lies
 Just to fill my eyes
 Hiding my tears, the ancestors dream will fall
 
 We are howls of
 Praise to the night
 Engraved in the falling darkness
 Of the wolves' night
 And if I die you won't be afraid
 Even a moon risen in fear will reveal
 The bitter cold of the wolves' night
 
 
		
		
	
 
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