the cup's cry
mother's footprints
filled with blood
my fur soiled
with cold mud
the hunter
is fading away
like every wolf
someday
in this hard
and lonely world
i can only hold
my tail curled
my cry
to the moon
seeking my mother
she must come back
soon
...
filled with blood
my fur soiled
with cold mud
the hunter
is fading away
like every wolf
someday
in this hard
and lonely world
i can only hold
my tail curled
my cry
to the moon
seeking my mother
she must come back
soon
...
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| Auteur: luna | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: The Slayer | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 januari 2001 | ||
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