At birth a witch lain on me monstrous spells
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And I have trod strange highroads all my days
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Turning my feet to grey, unholy ways
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I grope for stems of broken asphodels.
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High on the rims of bare, fiend-haunted fells
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I follow cloven tracks that lie ablaze
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And ghosts have led me thorugh
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The moonlight'a haze
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To talk with demons in the granite hells
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I am the singer in the mist
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Lost and alone
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Seas crash upon dragon-guarded shores
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Bursting in crimson moons of burning spray
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And iron castles open to me their doors
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And serpent-women lure with harp and lay
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The misty waves shake now to phantom oars
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Seek not for me, I sail to meet the day.
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Singer In The Mist
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| Thalarion |
