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On a night in late October |
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Just before the time of dawn |
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Thou went into thy sisters' chamber |
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And seduced thy own blood |
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Through her window, in late October |
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Moon were changing into sun |
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Thee left thy bride, cold and silent |
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Sleeping, resting until next time |
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Longing for her precious beauty |
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Her darkened hair and pale white skin |
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No more resting for the wicked |
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Even in thy own cold grave |
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Suddenly, in late October |
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Another night, a different time |
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A curse was spelled, woe to thee |
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Her neck was poisoned by a cross |
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With tired eyes she looked upon |
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Thou, her sister, late and fair |
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Standing close her maiden bed |
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With fearful gaze, and spiteful smile |
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With cold pale fingers, she now dragged |
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The scornful cross from the bleeding neck |
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Joined her sister, in late October |
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United on this silent night |
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A pact beyond both grave and death |
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Sleeping beside her very own flesh |
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Since this night, forever and ever |
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Thy sister thee eternally wed |
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"....Seduced by her sinful treasures |
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On her lifeblood thee was fed |
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Embraced by her nightly pleasures |
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Thy sister thee crimson wed...." |
