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Love laid to burn on wood so bitterly hatched
From the forest I adore, and where my souls still breed
Not on paths walked eternally, but on grass never seen
Loss have always walked with a bloodred face

Shearing the spell of winds lurking in the front
As in sun-stolen paradise, the darkness grows
Still along with the winds and beating waves
Spawn like demons walking firely on the glades
In spite of the rainful rage of storms

Refrain:
Carry wood through woods, to a burning spot
Far from forest deep and valleys where
children weep..... Pyre at the Tarn

An elder storm of grief on raven wings
spit into the chasm of golden stones
And leaves fall beyond burning bats
But not from wolves with a heart in jaws
A loss of dawn keep the moon awake
lurks from the hill to see what the flames shall kill
A victim, not for the eyes of the sun

Repeat verse 2

Repeat refrain

Love laid to burn on wood so bitterly hatched
From the forest I adore, and where my soul still breed

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