A piece of me lost
As the hope fades away from me,
No one could see through me
Or hear the words I say
And silent are my eyes,
Visions come alive,
I reunite my soul,
Bury all my pain,
Run for your life
When you hear my footsteps in the rain
The matter of reality tears apart,
And everything stinks of your blood from afar
Your face was there among the dead,
And in the mirror of your eyes
I saw a wolf in myself
Your face was there among the dead
Don't you dare to mess with my pack
Cause you might get stabbed in the back
I move like a shadow, below your breath
I'll do it like a whisper, without regret
I feel the calling of a sound that's deep inside
the wolves will be UNLEASHED TONIGHT
Just try to heal your wounds, and hide from me
There's no savior known, and there might never be
The matter of reality tears apart,
And everything stinks of your blood from afar
Your face was there among the dead,
And in the mirror of your eyes
I saw a wolf in myself
Your face was there among the dead
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