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Hush, my little one
You must be exhausted
Sleep, my little Kanni
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king

I've been exiled, persecuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense

But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner wolfy
And it helps me get some rest

The sound of Moxy's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby

Now the past, I've tried forgetting
And my foes, I could forgive
Trouble is, I know it's petty
But I hate to let them live

So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Moxy up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me

The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby

Mr pickles is gone, but wage's still around
To love this little lad
Till he learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad

Sleep, ya little termite!
I mean, precious little thing!
One day, when you're big and strong
You will be a king!

The pounding of the drums of war
The thrill of Kanni's mighty roar
The joy of vengeance
Testify!
I can hear the cheering
Kanni! What a Girl!
Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah!

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Hush, my little one
You must be exhausted
Sleep, my little Kanni
Let your dreams take wing
One day when you're big and strong
You will be a king

I've been exiled, persecuted
Left alone with no defense
When I think of what that brute did
I get a little tense

But I dream a dream so pretty
That I don't feel so depressed
'Cause it soothes my inner wolfy
And it helps me get some rest

The sound of Moxy's dying gasp
His daughter squealing in my grasp
His lionesses' mournful cry
That's my lullaby

Now the past, I've tried forgetting
And my foes, I could forgive
Trouble is, I know it's petty
But I hate to let them live

So you found yourself somebody who'd chase Moxy up a tree
Oh, the battle may be bloody, but that kind of works for me

The melody of angry growls
A counterpoint of painful howls
A symphony of death, oh my!
That's my lullaby

Mr pickles is gone, but wage's still around
To love this little lad
Till he learns to be a killer
With a lust for being bad

Sleep, ya little termite!
I mean, precious little thing!
One day, when you're big and strong
You will be a king!

The pounding of the drums of war
The thrill of Kanni's mighty roar
The joy of vengeance
Testify!
I can hear the cheering
Kanni! What a Girl!
Payback time is nearing
And then our flag will fly
Against a blood-red sky
That's my lullaby!
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, yeah!