Well I must have been correct or I have been dead
Break the bread over the tales we’ve read
You must have lost hold when you die alone
Your body’s cold. Your story’s old
If I remember correct
You were misled
The wolf deceived you now your head is kept
Just under his tongue
The blood of the son
I will hunt you my prey
Deep down in the depths of the world that we swept
Disease free. Perfect harmony
In the cold catacombs we’re still like a stone
The ocean washes the flesh from your bones
If I remember correct
You were misled
The wolf deceived you now your head is kept
And through the grim of it all
I walked proud through the fields where the elephants graze
And through the grim of it all
I walked proud through the fields where the wolves hunt their prey
And through the grim of it all
I walked proud through the fields where the elephants graze
And through the grim of it all
I walked proud through the fields where the wolves hunt their prey
And through the grim of it all
I walked proud through the fields where the elephants graze
And through the grim of it all
And through the grim of it all

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