| As darkness falls for the last time
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| I awake from my apparently infinite sleep
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| A silver full moon glows on this winter night
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| Waning into oblivion
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| … and I follow the northern storms
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| That bring dusk upon the icy landscapes
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| … and the storms lead me to majestic forests
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| Lakes and mountains I’ve never seen before
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| Melancholy within seems eternal
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| As I walk through the undergrowth
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| Of these endless woods
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| But then I see her sleeping under the dark trees
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| — my beloved nocturnal queen
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| And the children of the night watch over her
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| Like the moon watches over the night
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| As I get closer to her she awakens
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| From her majestic sleep
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| As she embraces me again
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| I feel her magical attraction
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| Together we walk the path of salvation
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| And together with the wolves
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| She sings her sweet serenades
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| And with these, her majestic serenades
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| She reaches for my black, bleeding heart
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| Which only beats for her
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| She kisses me with her lips of fire
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| And this kiss covers my heart
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| With a dismal shade of sadness
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| And her hair of gold, waving in the wind
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| Seems to me like the star-covered horizon
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| Her sweet art is the key to my solitary heart
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| And together we open the gate to infinity
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| Into the dusk-impregnated land of dreams
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| Where our spirits shall rest eternally
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| I look into her eyes
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| Knowing that this moment won’t
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| Last eternally
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| … and the sun never rises, for she is
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| The forgotten flame
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| Engulfing my heart
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| … and in the black wind her shadow
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| Fades away
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| Into the melancholy of the night
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| And again my heart is touched
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| By an endless solitary darkness |