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ns1:text	"I. Confinement This is the final hour. Soon they will come to take my life. Justice is bought and sold to these liars. There's no way I'm dying, No way in Hell. I'm still standing. I'm waiting for my chance so patiently. He looks away. I slip the chains. Struggle begins, and then it ends. I am free. II. Escape They took away my home. And from the court, not a single teardrop flows. Though I look for my wife, there's just a fresh dug grave. Her heart couldn't take it. So I run. But there's only so far I'm willing …. Something seems to be calling to me from the woods. A hideout from the men who are chasing me? There in the woods, Le Maître, he offers me a prize: something that could set the scales of justice right. III. Master of the Forest Le Maître de la Fôret offers the fugitive a deal: a chance at a new life, but first the risk of death. He shows the man what he calls a “wolf skin.” Now, this man has seen wolves before, and has seen wolf skins before. Something seems different about this one. He has the feeling it is still—somehow—alive, and possibly even watching him. If the man wears the skin, one of two things will happen. Should they match, he will gain the form and power of a Great Wolf. He will become a “master of the forest” himself. On the other hand, if they do not match, the first change may kill him . . . or worse. His chances are not good. Every year, fewer and fewer humans are born who can survive the change. Listening to this, the man realizes: if he takes the skin, he is damned. He has heard the stories and legends. Then, he remembers the fresh dirt of his wife's grave. He takes the skin. IV. Contemplation Holding it in my hands —feeling is so safe and warm. I don't believe that this could end up killing me so I slip in my arm. The journey, it begins. V. Duality The skin burns as he puts it on. For a moment, he feels as if he's being torn to pieces. Then, there is a moment of calm, and he hears the voice of the skin. (Only the human side of the conversation is reproduced here. The skin's parts—played by the organ—are indicated by “. . .”) . . . I'm afraid I know how this will end. Judgement day will find me descending below. . . . You say that, but I still fear you. Maybe I fear what I will become. . . . We have miles to go. Shall we start it? When they took over my land, I could have— forgiven what they did. But when this shattered her precious heart … The man inside died. And rose up from the grave as a vengeful spirit of hatred. and capable of only carry --- -ing --- RAGE!!! VI. Unification (Two voices. One being.) The Children of the Night Running in the night is oh, so sweet. The Children of the Night With these new eyes, all the things I can see. The Children of the Night They can try to run. The Music that they Make . . . But I'll track them down. The fun begins. Not a place they can hide. The hunt, the hunt. The blood flows . . . Waiting in the darkness. and flows . . . Stillness in the moonlight. and flows . . . By their smell I find them. This is my new life! VII. Rage Thought comes to an end; only a beast remains. The carnage continues. In the end, the Great Wolf finishes his final human “obligations” and vanishes into the deep forest, his once-human mind no longer capable of anything beyond the animal."^^xsd:string

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"I. Confinement This is the final hour. Soon they will come to take my life. Justice is bought and sold to these liars. There's no way I'm dying, No way in Hell. I'm still standing. I'm waiting for my chance so patiently. He looks away. I slip the chains. Struggle begins, and then it ends. I am free. II. Escape They took away my home. And from the court, not a single teardrop flows. Though I look for my wife, there's just a fresh dug grave. Her heart couldn't take it. So I run. But there's only so far I'm willing …. Something seems to be calling to me from the woods. A hideout from the men who are chasing me? There in the woods, Le Maître, he offers me a prize: something that could set the scales of justice right. III. Master of the Forest Le Maître de la Fôret offers the fugitive a deal: a chance at a new life, but first the risk of death. He shows the man what he calls a “wolf skin.” Now, this man has seen wolves before, and has seen wolf skins before. Something seems different about this one. He has the feeling it is still—somehow—alive, and possibly even watching him. If the man wears the skin, one of two things will happen. Should they match, he will gain the form and power of a Great Wolf. He will become a “master of the forest” himself. On the other hand, if they do not match, the first change may kill him . . . or worse. His chances are not good. Every year, fewer and fewer humans are born who can survive the change. Listening to this, the man realizes: if he takes the skin, he is damned. He has heard the stories and legends. Then, he remembers the fresh dirt of his wife's grave. He takes the skin. IV. Contemplation Holding it in my hands —feeling is so safe and warm. I don't believe that this could end up killing me so I slip in my arm. The journey, it begins. V. Duality The skin burns as he puts it on. For a moment, he feels as if he's being torn to pieces. Then, there is a moment of calm, and he hears the voice of the skin. (Only the human side of the conversation is reproduced here. The skin's parts—played by the organ—are indicated by “. . .”) . . . I'm afraid I know how this will end. Judgement day will find me descending below. . . . You say that, but I still fear you. Maybe I fear what I will become. . . . We have miles to go. Shall we start it? When they took over my land, I could have— forgiven what they did. But when this shattered her precious heart … The man inside died. And rose up from the grave as a vengeful spirit of hatred. and capable of only carry --- -ing --- RAGE!!! VI. Unification (Two voices. One being.) The Children of the Night Running in the night is oh, so sweet. The Children of the Night With these new eyes, all the things I can see. The Children of the Night They can try to run. The Music that they Make . . . But I'll track them down. The fun begins. Not a place they can hide. The hunt, the hunt. The blood flows . . . Waiting in the darkness. and flows . . . Stillness in the moonlight. and flows . . . By their smell I find them. This is my new life! VII. Rage Thought comes to an end; only a beast remains. The carnage continues. In the end, the Great Wolf finishes his final human “obligations” and vanishes into the deep forest, his once-human mind no longer capable of anything beyond the animal."^^xsd:string

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