Paroles de Tyrant Wolfish

The same flesh who feeds Could steal your dreams, bury your mind And when planted the fulmoon seeds What immanates light will fall in the shades That one who inspires confidence Will betray it! Those who rest beneath my arms Will know what I know Will feel what I feel But not more than this, therefore a tyrant It's of itself from itself! You will take my name in its mouth, will propagate my pack of hounds! SURROUNDED BY GREAT MOUNTAINS YELPING IN YOUR LONGEST HONOUR!