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Hie upon mountain, bound at the stake

merely in brimstone vestured, feared the Wyrm's awake

She clamour'd, she cried and tremblin' howl'd she

And hope would be there if pain will only see

Out of smoke came a knight of Ebon Wisdom

thus her bonds untied, at his bosom blithsome

He canoodl'd, he cuddl'd, love to her made he

So hope was now there cause pain wanted to see

Then appeared as M'Zaarox, th knight sooth'd her dismay

dried her tears by blowing, while wanted to say

"Be sincere, as I am, would thou have loved me ?"

Hark hope will be there if pain wanna see !