In the call of the night,
beasts start to howl and fight,
to break the collar and chains
that bind them in my hell.
They run rampant,
rattling through the corridors,
so loud I cannot sleep.
They are me, and I am them.
Writings of a creature
In the call of the night,
beasts start to howl and fight,
to break the collar and chains
that bind them in my hell.
They run rampant,
rattling through the corridors,
so loud I cannot sleep.
They are me, and I am them.
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