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Foul Wolves and Black magic：
Under the foul wings of a carrion crow
Wither your loved ones fallen victim to the ravages of time
In the shadow of the Northwind Wolves I saw the cavern from where they came
And they moved so silently through the trees
Slowly they came to me with eyes darker than the pitchblack sky
Go bleed now and beg for the comfort in death
And it wouldn't even be a waste to watch you die
Now you've gone and had a chance to test my pain
And I'll not release you from my fangs tonight
