WOLF MOTHER’S MANTRA

Posted on February 15, 2021 by

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They scour our kingdom, 
the searing scent of spent gunpowder, 
erecting their stone towers, 
and hiding inside them like cowards. 
These are your final hours. 
Imagine the forgotten spring's flower 
and endless afternoon rain showers. 
May your flesh grant power, 
May our enemies be devoured.

Category: lyrics & poetry

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