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On the hill the ancient oak, she lives in the house of the crying eyes dismal lullaby tales of her life. blood... pain... lust and perversion |
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You can see her with her dark veil as she walks in the bewitched wood the wolves sings when she pass. earth bleeds under her foot |
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Lady in black... lady in black... witch's eyes... pale face... lady in black... lady in black... nails like blades... |
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Come to me child... my black heart awaits your innocent soul... |
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The blind monk prays under the crucifix of bones, the undertaker polishes his shovel |
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Close the door... close the windows leave out the fear and the dark cause she has come to bring suffering and death. |
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Lady in black... lady in black... witch's eyes... pale face... lady in black... lady in black... nails like blades. |
