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I took from her a barren soul
My curse on thee, bear creatures of war

Full moon, first night
Back home she rides
Taken from sleep
Chosen of the beast

Her skin, so ripe calls forth my seed
Her womb, so wrecked becomes the key

Once, she hid behind the elder wives
But not tonight
She rides alone on bloodstained hyde

Dark riders born of her flesh
Defenders of her home
The rancid one
They call her mother beast
Her child is war

Tonight we fight
For the mother of our tribe
Tonight we ride
For her

Tonight
We are tribe

Tonight we fight
For the mother of our tribe
Tonight we ride
Alive

To this day
They must pass
From her rotting womb
Mother of wolves
Demon born