[Verse]
Whispers stab like knives in the cold, cold night
Echoes of rage under moonlight grip the soul in fright
Inhuman nature calls
Savage ritual
Cursed skin splitting wide shift shape terrorize
Can not suture from inside; haunted by eerie cries
Whispers stab like knives in the cold, cold night
Echoes of rage under moonlight grip the soul in fright
Inhuman nature calls
Savage ritual
Cursed skin splitting wide shift shape terrorize
Can not suture from inside; haunted by eerie cries
( Aye Mammoth )
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