Wild dark winter nights
Bring many strong and snowy winds
Imagine black, no sun, no light
Wet mountains crying silent things
A snow-white arctic 'pard
Came down from the mountain
He walked past a gushing fjord
He walked past a blood filled fountain
The scent of prey hangs on the air
The beast's motive darkens
This prey is sweet, this prey is rare
And to the scent he harkens
A girl, she did homeward run
On that dark and wint'ry night
She heard behind; a cold someone
And could not hold her fright
White tiger follows girl
Her name's only meaning: joy
She cried from her dismal truth
She was his supper and his toy
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I'm goddamned monumentagious.
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave...
I want to mix our blood and put it in the ground
So you can never leave...
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