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>Same wolf from that folklore
>Drinking blood right out of that goat horn
>I'm post-mortem, these boys want war
>I transport 'em, right to Hell
>In a trance when I write the spell
>Leave the blood on my hands cause I like the the smell
>In the death business, you the clientele
>Motherfuckers can't win cause I'm trying to fail
>Flesh is the fabric that covers my robes
>Blood is the matter that built up my throne
>Nothing but shadows, I'm waiting alone
>Deep in my coffin, I call it my home
>Cowering and broken
>I'm a victim of my evil deeds
>But I don't need your sympathy
>I'm comfortable in misery
