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Amarok

cold winter burns my skin

spiral clouds of insanity before my eyes

colder and colder my blood runs colder

an end of agony

From the winter vast a shadow

it is not human it has no form

a mist that speaks in confusions tongue

i hunt alone i am one

the leader of no pack

the leader of my own

i hunt alone

i hunt alone i am one

the leader of no pack

the leader of my own

i hunt alone

Amarok

a wolf form of mist and evil

with burning eyes of the depths of hell

burning with desir of human flesh

a wolf for lust of blood and bone

i hunt alone my spirit wonders

the death of many

the wolf

i hunt alone my spirit wonders

the death of many

the wolf

Amarok

Blood red snow on a pallete of white

marks the end of a huntings night

Blood red snow on a pallete of white

marks the end of a huntings night

Amarok