A silver-grey moonlight breaks in the boughs of the trees
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To see a little girl praying to god
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The death of the blazing flames cunning with falsity
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And stain by the devil's mark
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Her hair is golden fair, her eyes shine like the stars in the sky
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And therefore they cut her hair, pricked out her eyes
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And in a coffin of glass they have her beauty buried alive
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In a land far away a countess celebrate in victory
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And send her sneer to the stars
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The grave since overgrew with branches and weed and an enchanted angel
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Lick the blood from the sword
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Shadowed evening glow, the stars show like needle splits in the curtain of night
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At the mourning the sun shove over the mountains like a prisoner of god
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And the grave stands open wide
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A lament just done, ramble through her darkest nights
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Her fate to honour, to go for her beauty life
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Through the forests pass an hazy foreign fog
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On the horizon announce bloodred the dark
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Irresistable devour wrath and sorrow through her heart
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Her angelic look be robed and now she's blacker than the night
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Then with your beautyness now adorn another wife
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Dreams obvious the gate, the ruse of love undo
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To a man disguise she sleep with her every night
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And get with every time a piece of her beautyness back
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She refresh on her thighs and kiss the lips of her cunt
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Outwit her lust, in dreams ejaculate, to fill her soul with new light
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Ashes To Ashes, Lust To Lust
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| Morrigan |
