Blood hurts on prey of a black wolf

blood a stream of pain

a river of life

as the full moon rises

so does power over spirits

arise to conquer

a body of  a weak will

blood is red like the eyes of the black wolf

who's soul is cursed for eternity

he hunt the plains for weak victems to prey on

blood will keep you alive in a world of pain but without pain

The End

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