| A line of blackthorns bordering the side of the way
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| That horses rode for days
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| A flock of starlings circling above the ravine
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| Throughout the damp and haze
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| A naked branch of old oaks twisted
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| By the coils of wild vines twirling
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| A parchment filled with runes
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| And a deep-blue rose
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| I’ll find you tonight — feel my desire
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| A lady dressed in white — blood and fire
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| The creature won’t die — feel my desire
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| And in the dead of night — hear the infernal choir
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| Deep in the woods a rotten castle staring the lands
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| From hilltop high above
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| A bloodshot eyed foul creature living a quarantine
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| Duped by a spell of love
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| A grain of truth. |
| It must be hidden
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| In the legends, in the stories
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| A final spark of hope
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| To walk away
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| I’ll find you tonight — feel my desire
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| A lady dressed in white — blood and fire
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| The creature won’t die — feel my desire
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| And in the dead of night — hear the infernal choir
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| I’m lost in a nightmare
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| I will free you from the curse you bear
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| Blood’s not the answer
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| Blood’s the reason that I still walk this earth
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| I’m falling to pieces
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| My love don’t you dare to despair
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| The death you’re unfolding
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| A hex you’ll endure right by my side
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| For the heinous maleficia of the mind and the flesh
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| Clad in monstrous guise, ill fated vest never to undress
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| A gigantic bear like head and tongue that flickers like flame
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| A monster in a monster’s skin, the true evidence of shame
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| I’ll find you tonight — feel my desire
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| A lady dressed in white — blood and fire
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| The creature won’t die — feel my desire
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| And in the dead of night — hear the infernal choir
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| A hex you’ll endure right by my side |