| silence voice with whistle of the wind
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| through dim nocturnal, misty air
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| melancholic crying of the wind
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| full of agony and despair
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| those graves with those old trees near
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| and the silent humming in the air
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| weak mortals stiffen by the fear
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| if do they walk by night here
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| spirit of that place is filled with fright
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| come here dark beauty of the night
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| to the realm of the night out from the light
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| come here to be my bride
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| under the lunar silver glow
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| come to me and let me show
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| my kingdom and my silver throne
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| of realm of darkness of my own
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| seal this part with the kiss
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| kiss the beast and you won’t miss
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| the world of mortal and the weak
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| come now and give me yourself
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| you are the bride of lucifer
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| my mistress in thin black dress
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| you are the bride of lucifer
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| bride of the prince of darkness
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| you are the bride of lucifer
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| you are the bride of mine |