A new dawn begins,
When a knife slits you're throat.
Or an arrow pierces your back.
As Lycan,
You survive.
Healing in short bursts.
To take it out on the enemy,
The traitor tonight.
A new age begins,
The journey sevenfold.
When the pack unites.
Under the White Moon.
As Lycan,
Or Vampirith.
You will live.
In the shadows of man,
Who forever hunts.
You're dying kin.
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC
A new dawn begins,
When a knife slits you're throat.
Or an arrow pierces your back.
As Lycan,
You survive.
Healing in short bursts.
To take it out on the enemy,
The traitor tonight.
A new age begins,
The journey sevenfold.
When the pack unites.
Under the White Moon.
As Lycan,
Or Vampirith.
You will live.
In the shadows of man,
Who forever hunts.
You're dying kin.
Live on the wolves and bats of the shadows.
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