| The cold of night falls on a fleeting evening’s air
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| As I lie down beside the sweet scent of her hair
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| The night steels inside and soon I sail the seas of sleep
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| Where ancient shadows slither in the darkened deep
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| My goddess withdrew and a nightmare came true
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| The mare of my night
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| Painfully she lies upon me
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| In my darkest hour she is there
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| A religious rite
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| Lustfully she goes down on me
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| In her eyes I see the fires flare
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| The mare of my night
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| Terror takes me now she rides me like a mare
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| I slide in ever deeper sweat-drenched in despair
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| I pray she won’t play the painful passage on my flute
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| She sucked me dry and left me nameless in the nude
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| My goddess withdrew and a nightmare came true
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| The mare of my night
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| Painfully she lies upon me
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| In my darkest hour she is there
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| A religious rite
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| Lustfully she goes down on me
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| In her eyes I see the fires flare
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| The mare of my night
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| My goddess withdrew and a nightmare came true
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| The mare of my night
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| Painfully she lies upon me
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| In my darkest hour she is there
|
| A religious rite
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| Lustfully she goes down on me
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| In her eyes I see the fires flare
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| The mare of my night |