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

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

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

Five hundred years have since the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now and shadows embrace the frozen sun

I'm

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

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 of nocturnal guise,
bent to my immortal life.

"I am to touch thee, my love,
to in the warmth of the skies above.
by landscapes so picturesque
with the nestled brow on my breast.
I yearn to taste the sweet of thy kiss,
to in the halls of the fiery abyss.
Vanquish thy curse and set me free,
awake me, my darling, from my sleep."

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

Once I was a blissful man,
over a splendid land.
Now a beast of guise,
to cease my immortal life.

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

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

Soon we shall through the spellbinding mark.
My time has come to relinquish earth,
with cascading of horizons unseen,
be reunited with my pallid queen.
Through dreams

Together drink to our undying love.
Absinthe lift us on the wings of a dove,
and transport us to beyond our dreams,
graceful nymphs dominate the scene.

And so I forsake my abode.
My fable of woe unfolds with valor,
I the sweltering sun.
In thy pale of death, we are alone.