Having drawn aside the hairy boughs of firs
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I saw silent doom of desolate cemetery and castle's majestic ebony walls behind.
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From the chronicle obtained. Unknown author.
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The endless dark passages
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Of the derelict old castle's catacomb
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Still let me straight to the desired aim
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To the mysterious door
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With the depiction of ornament
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Of six crossed bloody roses
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To the door behind which lost and lonely
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Shadows of the dead hide
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I open it with care and cross the mystic line
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The fog spreads like a ghostly veil
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I see the Countess holding two glasses of red wine
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In the dim light of candles full of sexual bale
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The whore that calls me every night
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"Red sexy lips of the vamp
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Black hair and languid look
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Slender body... her power and grace
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Pulling males into the depth of sweet dreams"
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Her desirous look tempts me
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And I come to her like in a dream
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Passing the exquisite dishes
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Laid on the royal table
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The light veil falls down to the countess' feet
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Naking her graceful body
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And she holds out her hand to me
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With one of the glasses full of wine
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I drink and look at her legs her cunt and smirking face
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And soon all dim before my sight
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I'm in half a sleep and I feel her clingy cold embrace
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And enjoyable pain in my neck besides
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Tempting By The Cunt
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| Black Countess |
