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It was in this haunted place under a moonless cloak of ebony |
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I was drawn to the glow of a young spiritess weeping in the woods |
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The blackest ravens and ice-veiled boughs |
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Have spoken of you, goddess of these bleak woods |
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I yearn for your embrace, spiritess of the melancholia |
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Show me, again, your sweet face |
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Enchant me with your rich, cinder burnt ether |
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Lure me into your arms and bless unto me eternal death |
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She had spoken to the dawn |
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Her words wisped in tongues of the wind |
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And then silence... |
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Pale clouds betrothed the dawn |
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Black rain fell |
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The birds wore masks |
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The haunting stain of her woe |
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Had burned itself into the oak |
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Night had gone |
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Bereaved, I was torn for her |
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One last time I witnessed her beauty in the distance |
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The arms of the trees tore at her morbid gown swaying in the loathsome winter |
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breeze |
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She faded before my eyes |
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Since that day a thousand veiled birds have taken flight |
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And the melancholy rain still pours forever on... |
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(Music by Haughm (4/97 - 3/98) |
