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    Distant, but the recollection grows many miles, but closer still the memory
    Grey shadows lurking that sweep and carve through moonlit night
    Now fall in my semi-conscious panged regression
    Ravenous jaws agape-claws protrude the sward
    Denizens of the forest baring teeth and snarl
    Starving eyes aglow, piercing through thickening mist to see the game at bay

    Watching the gate, in wait like prey
    For broken stillness from the shaded thick
    Since witnessing the infants slain
    Watching from a distance in helpless horror far away
    Side by side, unhallowed stride
    Ten thousand miles wide

    Though hunger burns in all things, it's conquest burning these
    Apologies dead for drive
    Fleeing the scene, fleeing the scene, I could hear them sing

    With dead breath of relished flesh, we serenade the night
    With scabbed claw we deadly aggressors stalk the land in search of more

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    No one at all escapes this plague, this decimation
    Running till death, set free, roaming-no one will stop it
    Moving from town through country viciously to the next
    Our town, now I'm found surrounded

    As if on command-a snarl, a twitch-they frenzy flood for early pick
    Reserve an inch, an arm, the head, secure a claw hold, tooth niche
    Blood squirts and drips black oozing slicks from skull born holes to licking, lapping lips
    Shredded skin unzipped, sacks of organs spill
    The sickening sound of crunching, breaking ribs

    Crawl helpless child, mutilated and disfigured
    Dismantled in an instant, landscapes are re-carved
    Buried under bodies, left in a decomposing field to rot

    I lie awake, though strength is drained as pooling blood collects near severed limbs
    And visions stain my wounded brain of the horror brought when the wolves came into town

    Fatigue, like flocks of ravens, dispels-replaced by fear
    Wailing howls fill the sky
    Fleeing the scene, fleeing the scene, I could hear them sing

    With dead breath of relished flesh, we serenade the night
    With scabbed claw we deadly aggressors stalk the land in search of more

    Where prey is found, I will be found
    Alarming numbers howling the sound
    The dead breath serenade
    We stalk the land in search of more

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