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Ulv Ulv, bit int mig...
vad har jag gjort dig?
As Varg:
Prowler, Prowler, wolf face man
Bad-Eye mother with a womb of grass
Collect bones and build of them a compass
leading to the town of disbelief
The reaping-hook cuts hard
through the wicked and the corn
working men singing:
"Holy! to the Lord"
The Lords way, yea the lords way
I will follow, other words are dead and hollow
-- Night falls hard on darkwood street, hear a holler:
"Lo! Ye heavens and earth, for the Caller!"
Christ the Lord he's risin' today
Sons of men and angels say
Praise.
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