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"Deadly Innocence"

Thy sheen grow dull in autumn light,
Thy feathers rough from evening flight.
And thy path grow dimmer still,
I run thy plains with holy might

"Whi-Ah!"
"Whi-Ah!"

The muscles scream with no relent,
To stop and rest the evening spent.
Thy refuse to stop the chase
For those I love are still at stake.

"Whi-Ah!"
"Whi-Ah!"

They path runs cold it well may seem
Through rivers vallies plains and streams
I spread thy wings with pure desire
TO keep it from thy dam and sire

"Whi-Ah!"
"Whi-Ah!"

Thy blood runs hot with fear and hate
To put an end to thy own fate
Down thy plundge with thy war cry
And thy am left to tarve and die

"Whi-Ah!"
"Whi-Ah!"

Thy crippled bones with flesh and blood
Lie useless in the stinking mud
Though soul released from thy own fate
Thy sould is cripples with thy hate

"Whi-Ah!"
"Whi-Ah!"

Disease took over thy as foal
For it stole away thy very soul
Thy released from its cold grasp
wander till the very last

"Whi-Ah!"
"Whi-Ah!"

Thy war cry heard forevermore
remind of what it had in store
The pain and fear it did create
fell into thy own fate

"Whi-Ah!"
"Whi-Ah!"