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She opens her bloody door

A black ring falls down the floor

A pale wind...

Blows her dark hair from the landscape field

As the fog cover the ground...

Voices of dim lust... shall rise underground

She wants to escape alone

But all the changes are gone

Dark feeling - hate killing - fields of tears - fields of tears

Deep in her eyes - there are dying lies

She is blessed by the unholy water

Like done before the flame's daughter

Gods of the dim unknown - make her suffer on her own

She is already awake - to accept her body - the afire lake

As she changes a millions faces

Now she will curse too many places

She told me her venom lie

As we both look to the pale sky

"I gazed awhile... on her cold smile

Her soul under a wave

As I shall return upon her grave

Oh daughter bright! Can it be right to the night..."