A life so native and primeval
Can be brutal yet also beautiful,
Authentic and true not fake at all
It’s all rooted in mysticism so spiritual,
Listen to the cry of the wolves call
Listen to the screams as we near nightfall,
Feel the heart in your chest as it stalls
And the blood as it chills in primeval walls,
In the dark cities we hope to find somewhere rural
Where peace and tranquility may be the rule.
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