Torn seams, young pride
Raised on horse hide
Wolf's teeth, hawk's eyes
Eight feet ten high
Raised on horse hide
Wolf's teeth, hawk's eyes
Eight feet ten high
In the meadow, in the dark
We drink the blood from their hearts
We drink the blood from their hearts
Hard feet, cold knives
Led by moonlight
Four sons four wives
In the meadow in the dark
We drink the blood from their hearts
We drink the blood from their hearts
Everything’s better in the dark
We drain the sun from the stars
We drain the sun from the stars
Everything’s better in the dark
We drain the sun from the stars
We drain the sun from the stars
In the meadow in the dark
We drink the blood from their hearts
We drink the blood from their hearts
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