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Least Of My Kind
Three Weird Sisters
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Covered in dirt and mud
Aching and spitting blood
Cursing you start to rise and groan
Muffled, and yet to come
Mutters of battledrums
Werewolves don't usually walk alone
Think on the battle cost
This time the wolf has lost
Beaten and broken and blind.
Better beware my Lord
Better prepare my Lord
I was the least of my kind
Prying my switchblade cold
Out of my fingers hold
Pause to take stock, reflect and rue.
Look on the damage done
Here by a single one
What do you think a full pack will do?
Think on the battle cost
This time the wolf has lost
Beaten and broken and blind
Better beware my Lord
Better prepare my Lord
I was the least of my kind.
Careless, I came by chance
Joining the battle's dance
Slain in a fight I could not win
Far off a wolf pack hears
Heads turn with pricking ears
(Laughter)
Thought you my Lord that I had no kin?
Think on the battle cost
This time the wolf has lost
Beaten and broken and blind
Better beware my lord
Better prepare my lord
I was the least of my kind.
Think on the battle cost
This time the wolf has lost
Beaten and broken and blind
Better beware my Lord
Better prepare my Lord
I was the least of my kind.
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