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| The mournful cries rise in the night. We are seeking, Wolve's song greets the Moon so bright. We are brave and wise! Sleek, muscled bodies beneath the Moon. We help turn the wheel of death and rebirth! By our Magick we send a boon Of our true dreaming! |
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| WELCOME BACK MY FRIENDS TO THE ICELUPUS' DEN |
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| We're so glad you could attend. Come inside come inside |
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