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Darkwoods My Betrothed Autumn Roars Thunder

six bodies That have met their fate by pagan blade Hear the autumn thunder in the sky Vanishing the mild summer breeze An autumn thunder roars down on

chilly sunny morning of May My eyes try to catch up with what is going on They only recall the nights which in dungeons I laid Chanting in a tongue unknown fills my

standing surrounded by solitude Evening breeze as my only friend It was a beautiful dusk of November Darkness wrapping around the hills where paths end To my

In the midst of the dead earth up through the clouds they rise Feet sunk in moss heads covered in a veil of white Kings born and die but fells still

just stood there watching The eyes coming close The owl she came onto my arm Her eyes starring deep into me Soon a shroud covered my eyes I could hear