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And if we simply need a push, a stronger man I will be

Let go

And if the desperate need a wolf, the sharpened tooth, I decree

One taste of this blood on your lips, the cosmic charm in tow

One taste of this flesh and you’ll see, your consequences now

Realize, it’s just the blessing of the curse, the end is nearly nigh

Realize, another body in a hearse, ‘tis what you came for?

And if the dead stay in the grave, no worries to be had

The Coffin Hunter’s blue tattoo is borne

I do not kill with my gun

We’ll send the witch to hell and gone, before the Reaping comes

And if the desperate need a fucking wolf, a sharpened tooth, I decree

One taste of this blood on your lips, the cosmic charm in tow

One taste of this flesh and you’ll see, your consequences now

Realize, it’s just the blessing of the curse, the end is nearly nigh

Realize, another body in a hearse, tis what you came for

Cries from the moon, bare thee hence, Come reaping it will be the

Cries from the moon, recompense.

Cries from the moon, bare thee hence, Come reaping it will be the

Cries from the moon, recompense.

Let loose, O’ the chambers of your guns

Your revenge is at hand