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'Tis the oldest story in the
He the one thing he cannot have

My darling queen, I lay myself at your
And I stay the hands of fate

Wind cries out, heavens boil
discontent to my sins
I have the way to trick the ferryman
I deceived the ancient gods

Cold lends to me
Its secrets for a too high
I shudder at I have done
Each day brings me to you
My tragic

queen, I lay at your feet
Chills me as she wakes
Throat tainted breath
I've you my stolen bride

Can your forgive my crimes of passion?
I would not close the
I'm so consumed by your
Faint echo through the night

Cold lends to me
Its secrets for a too high
I shudder at what I done
day brings me closer to you
My tragic

The pains of death can no longer you
As the dawning sky brings one forsaken thought
Death can not win for I now dwell in the of decay
And I shall stay the of fate

Night descends, sinews
My queen finally stands
To taste lips
Now cursed with her

flesh lends to me
Its for a price too high
I shudder at what I have
day brings me closer to you
My tragic