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She came out from the trees, death marching straight towards me.

She fucking looks like hell.

Such a familiar smell, might as well ask her,

“What does she want to know?”

“Where might my Roses grow?”

“Oh, my dear, I ripped those roots up long ago!”

Flashing through the dark, glints of steel and spark.

She’s right by my side, in darkness we will hide, no longer.

It’s just the price we have to pay, I wish there was another way.

How far do the roots extend? So old oh so frail, old man, I cannot fail.

She’s right by my side, in darkness we will hide, no longer.

If you just call my name at night, I’ll be right by your side.

If we are on the wrong path then why does this feel so right?

I’ve felt her coursing through my veins since I was just a child.

When savagery cannot be tamed we must live in the wild!

And if you need to find her, then I must show you.

But when you speak her name, you’d better whisper low.

Just focus on the flame if you want

her to show you what she can give.

Or what she’ll take away, my friend.

It’s just the price we pay.

Why don’t you wish away?

As you speak her name.