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Fallen soul, spirit cold

In magic verse, spells reversed

Words of the ancient invoked

And uttered in the darkness

To return the spirit back to the flesh

And be one again

Her sceptical eyes, pierce deep down within me

They're seeking why I'm confined in the chains

Forged for her brother

In the coldness it burns, the pain returns

In radiance shining

She casts her spell over me

Her mortal pining

A curse-born weakening

Stand, mortal who came from far away

You remind me of a past time, every night

I'd descend in that Latmian cave

And I'd find lying sleeping, always youthful

Oh my shepherd slept in peace

Never waking, never ageing

This old curse still haunts me

So many years, since I've last laid my eyes down upon him sleeping

Only in dreams can I hear him

All this time, not a whisper or word

I am doomed to be forever cursed

In radiance mourning

She casts her spell over me

Her mortal fawning

A curse-born weakening