Tonight the moon is full in the land beyond the forest. The howling of
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Wallachian wolves, a serenade to the dreariest soul.
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I'm alone, within the confines of my barren home bereaved, left behind,
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grieving for the one, my ashen bride.
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A host of ravens hover from majestic winter mountains. Into my ears they
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whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.
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Five hundred years have passed since the flowers blossomed. Green meadows
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now benighted and shadows embrace the frozen sun
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I'm alone
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"I remember the glorious storms, the wrath of the heavens upon the shores.
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The erotic winds and their symphonies, resounding above the elegant trees.
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I remember the nights spent in thine arms, while making dark love with
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bestial charm. A setting provided with incessant rain, sipping the blood
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from each others veins."
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As mist, I travel the dismal skies, feeding, my ravenous appetite.
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Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars. Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars.
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Once I was a blissful delighted man, residing over a splendid land. Now a
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beast of nocturnal guise, bent to cease my immortal life.
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"I am longing to touch thee, my love, to bake in the warmth of the skies
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above. Marveled by landscapes so picturesque with the nestled brow on my
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nurturing breast. I yearn to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss, to dance
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in the halls of the fiery abyss. Vanquish thy curse and come set me free,
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awake me, my darling, from my tortured sleep."
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As mist, I travel the dismal skies, feeding, my ravenous appetite.
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Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars. Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars.
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Once I was a blissful delighted man, residing over a splendid land. Now a
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beast of nocturnal guise, bent to cease my immortal life.
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"Through ethereal dreams I convoke to thee like a gentle breeze upon a
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reposing sea. Let my waves wash away thy grief, and convey thy shadowless
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soul back to me."
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I've renounced the ways of christ. I've spat on his throne and scoffed at
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his lies. I'll install a new kingdom to which there will be everlasting
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indulgence for you and me.
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Soon we shall stroll through the spellbinding mark. My time has come to
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relinquish this earth, with cascading tears of horizons unseen, I'll be
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reunited with my pallid queen.
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"Through ethereal dreamsж
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Together we'll drink to our undying love. Absinthe shall lift us on the
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wings of a dove, and transport us to places beyond our dreams, where
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graceful nymphs dominate the scene.
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And so I forsake my ancient abode. My calamitous fable of woe unfolds with
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valor, I face the sweltering sun. In thy pale reflection of death, we are
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aloneж
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(Solo: Jesus Christ!)
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Sleeping Princess of the Arges
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