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Through the winds of time |
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A poet found The Key |
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To The Elder Rhyme |
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Some call the song mystic |
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With tales of gore |
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And terror in the night |
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His words, no more, |
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Have kept me mystified |
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An art revealed to no one |
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Some say insanity |
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A lesson from The Baron |
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Master of mystery |
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I'm mystified |
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Shadows of his thoughts |
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Bring horror to the mind |
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Legions of the lost |
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Brought forth by his design |
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Morbid tales unfold |
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That leave thee terrified |
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Poetry of old |
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To keep thee mystified |
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Macabre words of fear |
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Created in the night |
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Death always so near |
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Manifesting fright |
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In his work I've seen |
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A strange and mystic light |
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His life-long dream |
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Was to mystify |
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Decadence and suffering |
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Devils in the bellfry |
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Art of Black Arts |
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Summoned by his rhyme |
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Dark and evil madness |
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Induced by his passion |
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For mystification |
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Of the mind, mystify |
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