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With winter came cold Death

The white Siberian breath

It howled across the plains

Freezing the blood inside your veins

I rip my way through flesh and bone to dominate

unite the packs under my howl

Pale helpless prey

Will die today

Die in a storm of fang and fur

The super pack

It will attack

Kill under my command

They left the church with horse and sleigh

Bride and groom they led the way

Scared horses stopped in thin tracks

Before an unholy blood  cloud of lack

Lead MJ

Lead HG

When the winters become to hard and all the prey dies

Then they unite the packs, into thousands of wolves

Hunger is the god of tundra and flesh must be hunted

So beware you soft humans, no one is safe

From upon the ridge we saw them come

In moments they were overrun