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She said to me there's nothing I like |
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As a young man's arm bound with spikes |
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And songs that echo through the wood. |
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Her face was hidden but I knew |
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Girls like this are very few |
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Then she drew back her hood. |
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I'd seen her 'round so it seems, |
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Blond non black her colour schemes, |
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Chains wrapped round her slender waist. |
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Beauty like a grove of birches, |
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Eyes that glare like burning churches, |
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She offered me her soul. |
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Travelled as a seal across the sea, |
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Found her there waiting for me, |
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We knew that we were as one. |
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'neath the midnight sun, northern June, |
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Heathens baying at the moon, |
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This I know will last beyond forever. |
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Round he is, seems flat as a board, |
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This altar of the werewolf lords, |
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Wolfbitch howling 'neath the moon, |
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Score into your flesh my runes. |
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Valkyrie whore, bitch in black, |
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Yearn to see you on your back, |
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On all fours 'neath the moon, |
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Cut into our palms the runes. |
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Seen her 'round, so it seems, |
|
Blond non black her colour schemes, |
|
Chains wrapped round her slender waist. |
|
Beauty like a grove of birches, |
|
Eyes that glare like burning churches, |
|
She offered me her soul. |
|
Travelled as a seal across the sea, |
|
Found her there waiting for me, |
|
We knew that we were as one. |
|
'neath the midnight sun, northern June, |
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Heathens baying at the moon, |
|
This I know will last beyond forever. |
|
Round he is, seems flat as a board, |
|
This altar of the werewolf lords, |
|
Wolfbitch howling 'neath the moon, |
|
Cut into our palms the runes. |
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Valkyrie whore, bitch in black, |
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Yearn to see you on your back, |
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On all fours 'neath the moon, |
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Score into your flesh my runes. |
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[Kola Krauze 1997] |
