Tuesday, April 5, 2011

# On The Lose

Dreamer, oh how she cast the spell
Deceiver, for her he'd live in hell
He would sell his soul and walk into the unknown

Midnight, alone in the ring of stones
Moonlight, always so bright and cold
The deal is made when the moon is full
Oh yeah
When he will change from a man into wolf again

No going back
The deal is made and now he must pay

- Victory, On The Lose

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