hear the haunting theronade like a chant
through a timeless abyss or the cries from
the wolves from the long lost woods
moon-less nights caress her in shades of a
nocturnal beauty she dances on cemetary
ground be-witched by the wistful tunes of
thy dark
enslaving eyes of a whistful
darkness calls me as a silent prayer she is the one of nocturnal beauty force
me to become her slave
take - me on
your journey
she was a woman in black
lace dancing like a raven around the
mountain side and the music of her wistful
songs or laughter, or cries
and
out of the skies above me a creature - a
face turned down unto me closer and closer -
then so near and when she again raised she caressed me and lead us into a lustful
dance in circles bigger and bigger higher up - into the moonless skies and I
joined her on her journey to hades
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