(A Werewolf Masquerade) She brought the Night
hidden in her sad Wolf eyes The perfume of a
twilight, her strongest scent Half Wolf,
Half female - what a strange wedding Mother
Nature that offered us to see... Her mask
lays lost in a fatal dawn Closed were the
eyes of the Sun. He sleeps. And in the name
of Her Father. She will kill. My child
kills. Your nightly birth. A requiem God
canšt forget. For your life is but a
celebration of his death. Without his thorns
in her heart. She wears a shadow as face. A
werewolf masquerade. In her eyes the
wolfshade. She brought the Night and by the
night was brought We are but children of the
powers she had set free Strange are the ways
of the wolfhearted...
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