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(Narrator)

Cold night, December 29th

The woods whisper between the mist

In this cold night, this starless night

Frozen winds carry a gloomy wail

Crimson tears have been shed

A crime of love, a shameful murder

In this silent night, a victim will lay forever

Reeds ask the whispering trees

“Why this threnody?

Whence comes the piercing cry?”

Then the forest screams

“Fear the answer

For eternal mourning we will keep”

(The Crow)

“I did it for us

I did it for her

It’s not a crime

It’s a marriage for life

I did it for us

I did it for her

Now both we’ll lay

Together we will rest

I stabbed her eyes to end her cry

I tore her heart to end her pain

Why did you lie to me

When you said you won’t be mine?

Our feathers, black as a moonless night

My peak red as yours covered in your blood

Your empty heart abandoning life

As mine was dead since we met

(Narrator)

Words spoken with bloody tongue

A cry for love drenched with hate

A soul destroyed by lifeless housing

And now two hearts bleed together

Since that outrageous night

Of the cold December 29th

By the shores of the scarlet lake

From the red waters we hear a cry:

(The Black Swan)

“You stabbed my eyes

You tore my heart

The vacuum where I now rest

Is where you lived as if you were dead

You say you did it for me

A crime of love

To embrace your own death

You say you did it for us

You say you did it for me

For now I shall rest

Where you lived as if you were dead”