Amulet
I like it when it's cold outside,
And the wind stirring in my lungs.
Frightened feral huntress
You are the sweetness on my tongue.
Swiftly as a white wolf priestess,
I can feel you haunt me in my blood.
I will hold your spirit broken,
Like the foes before that stood.
All I was behind the fangs and anger,
Just ground to dust carrying the weight of all I lost.
Melt me down and make me something beautiful;
An amulet to hang around your neck, and watch.
And the wind stirring in my lungs.
Frightened feral huntress
You are the sweetness on my tongue.
Swiftly as a white wolf priestess,
I can feel you haunt me in my blood.
I will hold your spirit broken,
Like the foes before that stood.
All I was behind the fangs and anger,
Just ground to dust carrying the weight of all I lost.
Melt me down and make me something beautiful;
An amulet to hang around your neck, and watch.
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Rieth, Austin Reinholz, Evan Phelps, Holy Fawn, Ryan Osterman
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