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(lyrics by Myst, 1995)
A windy plain
an obscure light
Leaves fall down
Twisting and turning in their flight
Filled with fear
Don't know why
Just paralised
Ain't gonna die
Pale autumnal fullmoon
Feel I'm getting stronger
Flesh is my desire
So is blood
Please poison me
Lycantrophy, make me grow
make me listen to ancient instincts
Impatient before fullmoon
Weak after
Forest and heath
Are my territory
Suffer from my disease
Lycantrophy
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