Am I the latest, in your art of war? Thought your hands could heal, what they left me so? You're so good, at what you think you do to me. You're so good
: In the cold twilight I stand Watching the rise of the moon In my deep dreaming eyes The reflection shines so clear With the burning eyes of a wolf
In the cold twilight I stand Watching the rise of the moon In my deep dreaming eyes The reflection shines so clear With the burning eyes of a wolf The
