Through the woods between stem and bark
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Blackened by an eerie sky a moonlit night
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High on her heels above the icecold snow
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Thunders demons thrilled by the chase
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To be the one to hunt her down
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To seize the price for the damage done
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And bring this DemiGod to justice
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Before the Grand Duke of Hell
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(And of her life as well)
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Little pity will be shown for her insubordination
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... Be gone!
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Two thousand souls on killing spree
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Yet the first to reach her is struck by pity
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And to his Lord and Master he means no disrespect
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In letting her go...
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There is but many who die this day
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As the most crestfallen of angels are slain
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The wrath bestowed on them all
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Is tenfold greater than Heavens Fall
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When the dearest of possessions are lost
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For the folly of one apprentice
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There is no pain severe enough
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No sentence matching the crime that has been done
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Here
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... Finally... She is free...
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... To roam the earth...
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... And all of the above!
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Crestfallen
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| Elvira Madigan |
