| Hear the haunting theronade
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| Like a chant through a timeless abyss
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| Or the cries from the wolves from the
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| Long lost woods
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| Moon-less nights caress her
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| In shades of a nocturnal beauty
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| She dances on cemetary ground
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| Be-witched by the wistful tunes of thy dark
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| Enslaving eyes of a whistful darkness
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| Calls me as a silent prayer
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| She is the one of nocturnal beauty
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| Force me to become her slave
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| Take — me on your journey
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| She was a woman in black lace
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| Dancing like a raven around the mountain side
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| And the music of her wistful songs
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| Or laughter, or cries
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| And out of the skies above me
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| A creature — a face turned down unto me
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| Closer and closer — then so near
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| And when she again raised
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| She caressed me and lead us into a lustful dance
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| In circles bigger and bigger
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| Higher up — into the moonless skies
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| And I joined her on her journey to hades |