Yourself a wolf
Solitary wave in a limbus
Without caring for the horizon
Follow through the wilderness.
The winds cry of despair
The symphonies catatonic
Dripping cold agony.
Yourself a wolf.
You know who you are?
You're a dead body
Of empty memories
Feel the smell of this pain and fear.
Over an abyss
Dirty hands in the blood
In rites of war
Characterize déjà vu.
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