the call out in the dark
haunting songs of a loon
these he dances by
the vacant heart of Hun
the vacant heart of Hun
he is only emboldened
by the light of the moon
this he dances in
the vacant heart of Hun
for fearful cries at night
one will hear very soon
these he thirsts for
the vacant heart of Hun
as twilight steals the day
and midnight is his noon
the dawn he dreads
the vacant heart of Hun
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