Walking on the golden fallen leaves
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In red blaze of the autumn sun
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You clung to false threads of hope
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In the kingdom of writhed trees
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You disturbed the peace of a dead place
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Where birds¡¯ songs died down in dry trunks
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You came to know the old mystery
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The story of two guiltless girls
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Tongues of flame licked their bodies
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To the scorn of exultant crowd
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They were faggoted on suspicion
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Of witchcraft and lesbian sex
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And then the forest sheltered their souls
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Flying, whispering and luring
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Damned haunt of deep melancholy
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The cradle of illusive quiet
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A e©£oao ¡Àa©£iuo ai©£yueo naa¡Àae
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Ou noieeioeny n aaoiy iaia©¡aiiuie aaiaie
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Io©£acea©ªenu ai acaeyaa eo oiiiuo i¡Àae
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I, aaea©£ay auyaieuneie i©£aeanoe
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Oaa©£o©©£a ©£acaaeioouo iia
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Ianiio©£aa©ªenu eae ©ªe©oe eanea©o a©£oa a©£oaa
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Onoiyou i©£aa niaeaciii ou i©£inoi ia niia!
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You joined their tight embrace
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Which begot a sharp blade
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They offered it to you
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And you accepted the gift of death
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It easily got into the flesh
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Shedding your warm red blood
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On their perfect silk skin
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Your fell to their feet on the smooth marble
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Oaeia¡¦
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E ee©ªu ©ªai¡Àouee ean aa ii¡Àiia iaai cia©o i©£aaao ia yoii
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The Mystery Of A Witching Forest
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| Black Countess |
