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Hour Of The Wolf Turn On You

a god, you can die like one too. Watch creation come to life. Watch creation crucify as it turns to you. Hit the floor. Child of horrors gonna turn on you

wolf. Trying to find service on my cellphone, I felt aight with my knife on my belt though. I hope the wolf is intimidated by you, I wonder if you even

the end. And you're back out on the street. And you're tryin' to remember. How will you start it over? You don't know what became. You don't

are on the ground No chains around me But I can?t see to break free You must have cast Some kind of spell on me You know you can make me do Anything

I've been too long with my nose in a book I hope you sing just as good as you look Come on over baby, I got a song for you A little jump of something

you stop for? (I got somethin' in my--) Nah, you can't be stoppin', g What the fuck you ain't got -- aiyo, you buggin' and shit Son, you gotta hurry the