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I escaped from the light,
Fallen into deep magick slumber
Longing for a beauty who shares my pain
And I dream...
Softly a female voice whispers to me
And a band beckons gently my wounded skin
As this a dream
Entangled I rise from my sleep
And with tears of sorrow in my eyes I see
The black rose in front of me

Her skin as pale - as the sweet moonlight
Her voice so lovely - as the nightingale's song
Eyes so clear - like a mountains lake
Her breasts so firm - I feel my desires
With elflike grade - she glides over me
And our bodies are one

Last our by a traitor, his own brother
Trapped under the spell of love
They returned to his homeland... Dressed in disguise
They lived a short time in face

The disgust against the Christians grows in our hearts
And in us burns the seed of rebellion
Then the day came,
When they snatched her away from me
She was condemned to practice witchcraft
The christian courts convinced my pregnant mistress
To burn at the stake

I stand at the place of execution
Black tears of sorrow left my eyes
I'm to weak in my black art
To free her from the court's claws
Silent I stand, helpless

The torches ablazed the stake,
And my brother himself stabbed his lance
Into her beautiful body, killing our unborn child
From her mouth she spilled her own blood
And a curse against him left her lips
I will fulfill your curse, beloved mistress

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