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In wind and in rain

you still see her face

twisted with pain

The lives that you take

come to haunt you again

The silver she wore stirs below

the floorboards. You cannot let go

of the knife. It still clings to your hand

A blade that now longs for the blood of a man

Fear the wraith

Fill your grave

Your heart starts to race

as you step on her grave

The wind seems to sing

a dirge that will echo

into your black dreams

The sun falls behind the grey crags

You now fear the night

each one worse than the last

You feel something drawing near

A form that only the moon can reveal

When the night begins again

her wraith flies in from the cold

Her eyes her face

her mouth a howling void

She will have her revenge

She will embrace you in the end