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Tonight the is full in the land beyond the forest.
The howling of wolves,
a to the dreariest soul.

I'm alone, the confines of my barren home bereaved,
left behind, for the one, my ashen bride.

A host of hover from majestic winter mountains.
Into my they whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.

Five hundred have passed since the flowers blossomed.
Green now benighted and shadows embrace the frozen sun

I'm

"I remember the storms,
the of the heavens upon the shores.
The winds and their symphonies,
above the elegant trees.
I remember the nights spent in arms,
while dark love with bestial charm.
A provided with incessant rain,
sipping the blood each others veins."

As mist, I travel the skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, from my scars.

Once I was a delighted man,
residing a splendid land.
Now a of nocturnal guise,
to cease my immortal life.

"I am to touch thee, my love,
to bake in the warmth of the above.
Marveled by so picturesque
with the brow on my nurturing breast.
I to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the of the fiery abyss.
Vanquish thy curse and set me free,
awake me, my darling, my tortured sleep."

As mist, I travel the skies,
feeding, my appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and stars.
Bleeding, my lovelorn scars.

I was a blissful delighted man,
residing over a land.
Now a beast of guise,
bent to my immortal life.

"Through dreams I convoke to thee
like a gentle breeze upon a sea.
Let my waves wash thy grief,
and convey thy soul back to me."

I've renounced the of christ.
spat on his throne and scoffed at his lies.
I'll install a new kingdom to which will be
indulgence for you and me.

Soon we stroll through the spellbinding mark.
My time has come to this earth,
with cascading of horizons unseen,
I'll be reunited with my queen.
Through dreams

Together drink to our undying love.
Absinthe shall lift us on the of a dove,
and us to places beyond our dreams,
where graceful dominate the scene.

And so I my ancient abode.
My calamitous fable of woe unfolds valor,
I face the sun.
In thy pale of death, we are alone.