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Beneath the torchlight

Winding shadows

Blood upon her dress

What other shapes of fear the darkness held

she could not guess

A flood of joy

Lighted her beautiful face

Silent, starlight

A mocking laugh in the night

With the thrust of a knife

Neither tide nor storm

can wash away the pain

that's in her soul

So cast it out into the sea

of eternal woe

To taste a blade

She never felt so betrayed

Feel no, mercy

Fulfilling her fantasy

With the thrust of a knife

Thrust of a knife

A flood of joy

Lighted her beautiful face

Silent, starlight

A mocking laugh in the night

With the thrust of a knife

Thrust of a knife

Thrust of a knife, thrust of a knife

Thrust of a knife, thrust of a knife

Thrust of a knife, thrust of a knife

Thrust of a knife, thrust of a knife

Thrust of a knife

Beautiful