When the moon takes cloak
in an orange robe
I rise up from the ashes
Paint my claws
and sharpen my teeth
When the moon takes cloak
I’ll begin my hunt
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 2:37 PM UTC
When the moon takes cloak
in an orange robe
I rise up from the ashes
Paint my claws
and sharpen my teeth
When the moon takes cloak
I’ll begin my hunt
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