| The first snow fell, covering the grass
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| Then he vanished, leaving black thoughts
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| And the white moon appeared
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| And the memories came rushing wave
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| Leaving a lone home, he wandered into the darkness
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| In the darkness of forest, in the darkness of unknown
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| And there he found a lonely soul
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| In the wonderful light of stars her beautiful eyes
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| Her gown embroidered with black thread
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| Her words silently fly through the air
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| Her songs — an empty sound for it
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| Only a faint whisper is heard to his ears
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| A sad sight — love and death, passion blackfathom deeps
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| Dying, leaving scars on the heart and the sea of suffering
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| Feelings are still alive — there is no understanding
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| Extinguished the fire, shut the door and the night came
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| In the night — the embodiment of lust
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| Foul smell spread through the soul
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| Hands in the blood and is lost forever
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| Drowning in a pool of endless dreams
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| Suffering and suffering — their ancestral land
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| Where only the night, run the show
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| In the empty eyes drops black snow
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| Finished way before it started |