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HoundsWe are the dogs of lore and legend, the restless souls, the black and white phantoms. Midsummers Eve every seven years, I'll prowl these lands with the taste of my masters tears. Raise your glass to the dead of the night, think to yourself was it worth the sacrifice. I will not rest till you widen these roads, find our remains, bury us and lay rest to our souls.Hounds
Oh how I miss the freedom of running wild in natures kingdom
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regards,
dvl
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