They
can close one eye
The
dark moon will rise
There
is no escape
When
the night arrives
The
smell of blood
The
smell of meat
Grilling
over the fire
They
can close one eye
The
smoke of the fire
Flocking
to the air
The
shadows can be seen
They
can close one eye
They
can plant excuses
They
can talk lies every time
When
the night arrives
The
dark moon will rise
The
marks on the ground
The
trails will tell a hunt
They
can close one eye
The
dark moon will rise
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