| She arrived in the coldest of winters
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| To a slumbering world so white
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| Naked she came and with eyes so blue
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| A monument of beauty she was
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| The white covered world was peaceful
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| And she arrived like the mist before dawn
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| A dreamlike shadeless goddess raised by the frost in the north
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| But behind her mask of glimmering goodness
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| A wicked smile appeared
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| A symbol of darkness in disguise
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| Sent to haunt the light
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| She grabbed her sword and rode out in the night
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| To entice all the living and ravish their lives
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| Her voice was filled with tenderness
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| As it echoed throughout the land
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| Her concupiscence was strong
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| And lured creatures to their graves
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| Her heart was made of stone
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| She was starving for the dead
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| When day had passes and turned into night
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| She captured god’s angels and fed on their fright
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| The land she had conquered laid empty and cold
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| Exhausted with grief their souls were sold
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| She ripped her mask of glimmering goodness
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| To unveil her blackened soul
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| A symbol of darkness in disgust
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| Sent to crush the light
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| She grabbed her sword and rode out in the night
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| To entice all the living and ravish their lives
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| Her voice was filled with tenderness
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| As it echoed throughout the land
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| Her concupiscence was strong…
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| What peace for me in a star or moon
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| What solace in nightingale
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| They tell me of the lost and gone
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| And dawn completes the tale |