She stands at the top of the castlewall
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she gazes at the seashore below
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half a glass since the crimson of dusk
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but her sombre soul takes no notice of such
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in her heart she longs for the angel of death
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she is stalked by the dream of his touch
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necromantic witch, such an innocent heart
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yet het past is but a trail of blood and desire
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murderess in the most intimate touch
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stiletto death, so that het prince can watch
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as she craves for the grasp of his touch
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in love with the spirit of death
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she is destined to dance at the tombs of the dead
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in love with the spirit of death
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she embraces the darkness and beauty of funerals
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death above her, whispering low
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a cold and strange tongue she doesn't know
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love confessions? so soft in her ear
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"become my bride my sweetest. Do not fear
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obsessed by the spirit of death
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she will never betray her love for the prince of the dead
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wild winds, so strong they blow
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off the castlewall she longs to go
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body scattered, spirit free
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in the arms of whom she longs to be
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lonesouls fly..
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even stars must die
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yet their shimmer
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their shimmer will last for lifetimes
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A Ballad Of Death And Obsession
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| Hades Almighty |
