O, that sweet Scent of the Midnight Rain,
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that Pure Odour of the Witching Hour.
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Who is that One, Who has Bewitched Me,
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and Made Me Look like a Fool?
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Who is that One, Who has Bewitched Me?
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Art Thou Hiding Behind Those Spiritual Trees,
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Those, Whom art Dancing Their Unknown Dances?
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Or art Thou Chained Between Those Colours,
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those Strange Colours from the Aeons Past?
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Or art Thou Just Playing with Me?
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Playing these Games of Darkness and Death.
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Whore of the Satan's Night!!!
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Why was That Kiss of Thine,
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that Stone Cold Mark into the Soul of Mine?
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Phantasms are Carved into my Heart now,
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these Images of Serpents, Crawling
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Deep,
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Crawling Deep.
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O, Angel Of Death, Bare Thineself to Me!
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O, Whore of Satan's Night, so Pale is Thine Lust!
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O, Beast of the Masquerader of Hell,
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Black is Thine love for Me!
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Whore Of The Satan's Night
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Arthemesia |