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Bestial howls as dusk is approaching,

The blood red moon shines before me

The silhouette of the gothic castle is seen

I summon the wolves at my command

Gnawing at the eyes of demons

My teeth begin to sharpen,

You shall fear my blade,

As I slice your neck

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In these ancient times,

A time of honor and courage

The face of Satan turns black with Frost

The castle forever ruled by wolves

The blood of demons glistening like crimson,

Against the white snow

My claws soaked in their bile

My teeth begin to sharpen,

You shall fear my blade,

As I slice your neck

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