Cold hunters knife
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Washed in a silver rain
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Washed in wings and pierced by those claws that cling
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To the throats and hands of death
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Bold brazen child
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Who said you could do these things
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Made from rain and light blowing in from space
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Now, to kill, and fight, and hide your claim
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Cold haunted heart
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Your dream of my warm embrace
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All the while carving with all your hate,
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Rage and bile, to turn me cold
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But cold is home and I am winter
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Blinding light and blasting horns
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If you want warmth then I am summer
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But choose the one you're wanting more
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Woodland Hunter (Part I)
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Appleseed Cast |