You were mistaken to believe that you could cut me out,
That you could thrust me from the world, that you could have no doubt
That one wolf, not one wolf would survive, not one wolf would be left alive.
Over the mountains, through the trees, a shadow seeks you out
Drawing on dwindling energy and memories surrounding one wolf
Not one wolf would survive, not one wolf would be left alive.
Watching from the darkness while you congratulate yourself.
You'll celebrate and gloat, until I clamp my jaws around your throat.
My recollections fade away; so many years have passed.
I'm getting further every day, no memories could last.
Not one wolf, not one wolf would survive. Not one wolf would be left alive.
Strychnine laced: a carcass. Don't eat it.
I promised I would find you and clamp my jaws around your throat.
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