| Like a moth to a flame
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| I see a shape trembling
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| Cloaked, eerie beast, it speaks
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| «come hither love, to me»
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| The bravest of the three, questioning
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| «why art thou all forwrappéd save thy face?»
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| «It is a wretched curse
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| I walked the earth
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| To find a soul
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| That can release me from this infinite hell
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| But now I shall remain;
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| Cold, pale and still
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| As long a time as it is Gods will
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| Pain fills my days like a constant noise
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| I have begged death to take me away
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| Cursed are the fates
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| I dance into the fires
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| At the ground that is my mothers grave
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| I lay with her, early till late
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| Mother let me in
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| Look at me now, dull flesh, blood and skin
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| Let me die
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| Box up my living corpse
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| When will I wake from this nightmare?
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| Death, let me die
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| Will you not do me that grace?
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| Look at my forlorn face
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| Let me die
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| Can’t you see my life’s not worth living?
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| But to you it is of no concern
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| In holy writ that I know you have read
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| Against the old
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| Aged be thy head
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| Youth shall arise
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| Drown with me in this black light
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| Do unto me no harm
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| God be with you
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| Be with you tonight"
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| «You can not part so lightly
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| Thou spoke of death
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| In this land, all our friends he slayed
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| Swear by the holy sacrament
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| That you are not his damned assailant
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| Simply sent to betray us»
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| «If you be so desperate to die
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| Head up that winding path
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| For in that grove, the dwelling place of death
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| You will see his design
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| Once you reach that oak
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| You will meet death
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| God save you all
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| Votive offerings
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| God save you all
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| Votive offerings." |