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Three magnolia leaves, one ring
Love charm or cruel spell
It is the proper morning
To fly to hell!

From night to eternity
Love has countless shades
Never trust a promise sealed
With short breath and moaning sights
Through the darkness of the night

God is far above
Deals with saints and wars
We sell herbs and spirits
Just as children play, in a world of men
How else could it end?

Softly she said:
"Men are stupid beasts,
mine is the breast
where he must quench his thirst"

Why is he back
To his old wife's bed?
You must know how to bring back
Spilled water to the well

Three magnolia leaves, one ring
Love charm or cruel spell
It is the proper morning
To fly to hell!

Human kind
Watch over the night!
We haunt the crossroads
We switch off the lights

Nothing in her eyes, not a word nor a lie
Damnation rides through her hips
She knows no promise, no compromise!
Heaven on her lips

Nothing in her eyes, not a word nor a lie
Those eyes so deep and wide
Black pools where I do want to sink and die
Just another time

Three magnolia leaves, one ring
Love charm or cruel spell
It is the proper morning
To fly to hell!

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