Climbed into this forest in vain
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Not a single thing is visible, you have already disappeared in it
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Bad news will come about you
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The black magician lives here
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Climbed into this forest in vain
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Not a single thing is visible, you have already disappeared in it
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Bad news will come about you
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The black magician lives here
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Black mage, black mage, black mage
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Black…
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Black mage, black mage, black mage
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Black mage, black mage, black mage
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Black…
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Black mage, black mage, black mage
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Back in the days when God was sleeping
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And darkness and demon ruled the Middle Ages
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People said that the black magician
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Settled here in this terrible forest
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People no longer hear the birds singing
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The crowns turned black and the earth charred
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In an old abandoned hut near
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Cemeteries have seen a mournful shadow, black
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Warlock, poison-water, son
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You see this forest, don't go there, I heard
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Screams at night? |
so the earth cries
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Do you dream of blood?
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I had this strange dream
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I saw my mother, I saw, but our neighbor is also silent
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So he penetrates into your soul, know
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Don't give in to this darkness
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Climbed into this forest in vain
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Not a single thing is visible, you have already disappeared in it
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Bad news will come about you
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The black magician lives here
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Climbed into this forest in vain
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Not a single thing is visible, you have already disappeared in it
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Bad news will come about you (news...)
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Fog descends from the mountains, torches cut the darkness
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Echoes the roar of the crowd
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Today the shepherd's daughter did not return home
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And everyone knows who was to blame
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Hundreds of pitchforks pierce the night and shadows catch the gesture
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Burn it, burn it, burn it, burn it!
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Get lost like a dream, get out the demon!
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The old mad sorcerer grins looking at all this ...
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He smelled them, he knows that the commoners are coming
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Terrible spells pour from blackened lips
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Tonight he himself will execute his judgment on them
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He will execute his judgment on them
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The young creature will wake up in the forest
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The dawn is blooming and now the path is visible
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Jogging along the paths to the village, where the father faithfully languishes
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Not being able to sleep
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Dense fog and no one around
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Doors outside - the village is empty, as if everything had died out, unusually alive
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Among this seems the shepherd's daughter |