Hear the haunting theronade Like a chant through a timeless abyss Or the cries from the wolves from the Long lost woods Moon-less nights caress her In shades of a nocturnal beauty She dances on cemetary ground Be-witched by the wistful tunes of thy dark Aaahhhhh Enslaving eyes of a wistful darkness Calls me as a silent prayer She is the one of nocturnal beauty Force me to become her slave Aaahhhhh Take me on your journey She was a woman in black lace Dancing like a raven around the Mountain side And the music of her wistful songs- Or laughter, or cries And out of the skies above me A creature - a face turned down unto me Closer and closer - then so near And when she again raised She caressed me and led us into a lustful Dance In circles bigger and bigger Higher up - into the moonless skies And I joined her on her journey to Hades
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