Howl, howl
Our house has turned foul
Dread this standstill
For the heirs of ill will
Whose minds too far right
And hearts bleak as night
Seek to fallow our very soul.
Dread this standstill
For the heirs of ill will
Whose minds too far right
And hearts bleak as night
Seek to fallow our very soul.
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