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A forsaken nobleman he was, 'til he met her
Delighted by her talent his melancholy stopped
His illusory glance, still attracted by the moon
Brought her into his musings

To a cliff above a lake, thatinspired her

Each month she goes there, staring at the full moon
Where she composed her dark orchestra
That drove him mad
And pushed him to throw her down

Under moon's veil a grand piano,
Stood in a maelstrom of whispers
There she sat, lacerated, a fallen goddess
Played the sorrow of her death

Then his heart faded, blackened
Catatonic, he seized her masterpiece

Giving birth to darkness
In the form of an infernal ceremony

Damned hearts were reduced to slavery
Their souls imprisoned in instruments

Theatrical lamentation
In an amphitheatre bathed in moonlight

Orchestrating his dark ambitions
Eternally sought a way to her
Transferring his suffering into music

Played the sorrow of his death
In a maelstrom of whispers
An infernal ceremony
Under an eternal moon of disgrace

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