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When a wolf dies its holw is weak
with droping blood, soul hard to keep.
And with the next the wind shall howl,
and the blood stained owth tis last words i vow.

In a farm house matted and weak
the wolf is trying to live and not sleep.
For all eternity it is how,
the wolfs bloods been at every last vow.

And now my friends tis me who howls
that cutling scream that says thy vows.
Will you surport me or let me die...
THESE ARE THE WORDS OF A WOLFS LAST CRY!

crying crying I'ts so beautiful... I made it from me soul and let u decide to read its vow of friendship.. agree or not.. tis my last vow.. the vow of a wolf...coverd in blood.