The howling sphere rejoice
Embracing the wounds of sorrow
The detriment of choice
In the emerging hollow
Deep in morning scars
Wolfs are carved in stone
Moaning to the stars
Constricting the spawn
Mauling and screaming
Upon paths of desire
Bleeding and grieving
Though a moon of fire
Rough and fierce
The altar of despair
Grow and pierce
The stain is fair
And the wolf cries
A river of howls
The rose dies
In a thorn of shadows
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