| One year later, still traumatized by her ghastly screams
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| He tastes and smells her burning flesh
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| In his most sickening, hypnotic dreams
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| These illusions seemed so damn real
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| What a nightmarish ordeal!
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| My lady’s corpse was never found within the remains
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| Even her skeleton dissolved
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| There was no proper burial day
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| What a shame that heavenly beauty could not stay
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| And something devilish stayed to play
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| Corpse, corpse.
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| His name was Manfred, his father was a German count
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| Depression hid companion until his pounded, cold corpse shall be found
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| Depression!
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| Now he is suffering a severe form of psychosis
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| Corpse in a nebulous creek
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| I saw something white dwell through the woods like a macabre dead bride
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| Trembling with fear, still cannot believe
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| That like a false dog it kept staring at me
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| Corpse, corpse.
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| Corpse, corpse.
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| Seriously considering suicide
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| Shall I drink the poison, cut my wrists or hang myself high tonight?
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| He made a choice and took a ride along the farthest trees and then
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| When they jumped a misty creek, he fell and broke his neck
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| Was he insane?
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| No!
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| She came back and pushed him, so sad.
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| Broke his neck
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| Horse shot dead
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| Broke his neck
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| Now he’s dead!
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| Now he’s dead |