Like shards of a broken sword,
They glisten in the black velvet of the night.
Calling me into her arms,
The mistress of the moon awaits me in the clouds.
My heart bleeds for the oppertunity,
Death is a wanted wish as I live this immortal life.
Why must I,
A lone wolf from a damned pack,
Be forced to continue such a life?
The answer,
Is to be worthy of her arms and gentle touch once more.
They glisten in the black velvet of the night.
Calling me into her arms,
The mistress of the moon awaits me in the clouds.
My heart bleeds for the oppertunity,
Death is a wanted wish as I live this immortal life.
Why must I,
A lone wolf from a damned pack,
Be forced to continue such a life?
The answer,
Is to be worthy of her arms and gentle touch once more.
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