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In the timbers of Fennario, the wolves are running round
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The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet 'neath the ground
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Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
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Please, don't murder me
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I sat down to my supper, 'twas a bottle of red whisky
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I said my prayers and went to bed, that's the last they saw of me
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Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
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Please, don't murder me
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When I awoke, the Dire Wolf, six hundred pounds of sin
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Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in
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Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
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Please, don't murder me
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The Wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game
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I cut my deck to the Queen of Spades, but the cards were all the same
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Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
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Please, don't murder me
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In the backwash of Fennario, the black and bloody mire
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The Dire Wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing 'round the fire
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Don't murder me, I beg of you, don't murder me
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Please, don't murder me
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Don't murder me, I beg of you don't murder me
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Please, don't murder me
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Please, don't murder me
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