| walking by the side of my old tired horse
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| after months of blood red battles
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| finally on my way back home
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| letting myself be dragged by instinct
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| in the mist of the cold evening
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| I suddenly came across a gorgeous glade
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| at the bottom of a roaring crystal waterfall
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| an abrupt thirst began to creep inside his throat
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| there was nothing he wanted more
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| than a sip of that fresh water
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| fast I ran towards the enchanted oasis
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| but suddenly my sight was raptured by a blazing image
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| at the bottom of the spring
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| a pale and charming maid was laying
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| singing sweet melodies
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| captured by her perfect beauty I stood still
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| bewitched by her flaming eyes
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| and then I dared to ask her name
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| innocent eyes
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| already bewitched by my infernal beauty
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| another pure soul will soon be corrupted
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| after an eternity of stone cold silence
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| the magnificent creature spoke to me but her words I could not understand
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| je suis la belle dame sans merci
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| ton sang sera mon vin ton coeur ma vie
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| in the abyss of the cursed souls
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| in the abyss of the cursed souls
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| in the abyss of the cursed souls
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| in the abyss of the cursed souls |