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The statues looking cold and mournful,
were guarding the eternal ways.
a Demon sat there revengeful
burning what was once his angel’s face.
The wings of yours turned deep black,
When you have chosen Devil’s track
Fallen from heaven!

The count’s castle sticks into clouds
In gloomy skies reigns scent of grave:
The wild Demon belongs to hellish crowds,
left heaven to become a Satan’s slave.
The Angels’ life you’ve defied,
For sin and vice you have cried,
Fallen from heaven!
The wings of yours are so black,
The Tempter’s gift you accept,
Fallen from heaven!

The night was bathing in moonlight,
The shades were dancing in dark broom grove.
The Count’s daughter – child of light –
Was praying quietly in her alcove.
The outcast lied in wait he knew
That any doubt would let him in.
The pentacle was nothing new:
The evil spirit freely sneaked in.

In darkness in the dead of night
The Incubus took the child of light.
He left her for next sinless victim
stealing her peace and virgin dreams.
The angel’s life you’ve defied
For sin and vice you have cried,
Fallen from heaven!
The wings of yours are so black,
The Tempter’s gift you accept,
Fallen from heaven!

Looking for prey forever you stray,
Fallen from heaven!

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