I came up from below
When the she wolf howled
Wandered through the wasteland
No skin on your feet
Early
The hell inside me burns so bright
Death of glory
We'll march on through this cold hellish night
The weak
Born scarred, twisted and broken
Our mouths gagged before words
Roll on, roll onYou can't stop usWe won't get oldWe
Under the raging sea, sirens call out to me"Join her
The chase is on through rains and snow, through forest
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