When night is clothing skies into black velvet
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It could be heard her singing
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Her voice calling to show yourself
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Vamping into the depth of her multy-faced being
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I'm flying in this muse, feeling her with whole my body
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Above the beaten way behind the light
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Sometimes ill-natured eyes of the Demonic Moon
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Open the flesh of night by its dead ashy look
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And then I see her children awoke after day sleep
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To slake their hunger performing nocturnal trip
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Their desire gave the centuries of dark being
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Their screaming victims went from the lost blooded ways
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They are the cruel history of gothic night -
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The mother of wolves and vampires tide
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I see dead fields full of faded flowers
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Slowly waving under the autumn wind
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Fields with bones are spreading everywhere
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Like white spots shown on the grey canvas
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Packs of wolves come down from the high hills
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To this left and lost dale
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Following the path of eternal call
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Hours of great hunt are waiting for them
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Oblivious melody is still spreading around
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Like dark water of Lethean river
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Among the hills covered with dense Forest of the Dead
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Mirror-like surface full of blinking stars is spread
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The lake with mysteries hidden inside its black gist
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Covered under shroud of light spectral mist
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Sometimes this mist materialises and tempts
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Shaping as graceful bodies of young sexy vamps
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Her eyes reflect unlimited desirous abyss
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And ruby lips are calling for voluptuous kiss
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O lonely wayfarer cling to their naked legs
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Rest after a long way
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Sleep under their kisses and caresses
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That'll be a last dream in your life
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I fly further passing the whispering forest
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To the castle on the rock from where
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This nocturnal music sounds
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My Countess - a beloved of night
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I'm flying to you
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I know that real love can't die
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That's why I always return to your chamber
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To your Portrait
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I see my flight in your eyes
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I see how night is clothing skies into black velvet...
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The Portrait
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Black Countess |