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(ahhhh) Under the copper-stained sky of the fall
We hear the ancient ancestral call Flesh and the silver,
the poison, the pain
We wash it away
in the cold autumn rain
(the fever is rising)
(the skin is dividing)
Run while you can
from the beast in the dark
This is the lycan's last opera night!
We sing to the moon in its cold silver light!
Tearing the velvet, we shatter the stage!
This is our curtain,
our beautiful rage! (raaargh)
Look at the glass where the mirrors are cracked
We are the monsters,
there is no turning back From the orchestra pit to the balcony
seats
The shadows are hungry for beautiful beasts
(the fever is rising)
(the skin is dividing) Run while you can
from the beast in the dark
This is the lycan's last opera night!
We sing to the moon in its cold silver light!
Tearing the velvet, we shatter the stage!
This is our curtain,
our beautiful rage! (raaargh)
Breathe in the hunger,
let go
of the skin
(let it in) The tragedy ends,
and the monsters must win!
(no more hiding)
(the opera is done)
(the wolves have
won) (ahhhhh)