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hear the haunting theronade like a chant through a timeless abyss or the cries from the wolves from the long lost woods moon-less nights caress her in shades of a nocturnal beauty she dances on cemetary ground be-witched by the wistful tunes of thy dark enslaving eyes of a whistful darkness calls me as a silent prayer she is the one of nocturnal beauty force me to become her slave take - me on your journey she was a woman in black lace dancing like a raven around the mountain side and the music of her wistful songs or laughter, or cries and out of the skies above me a creature - a face turned down unto me closer and closer - then so near and when she again raised she caressed me and lead us into a lustful dance in circles bigger and bigger higher up - into the moonless skies and |
