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"A cloud of laughter overcame the trees
with harlot in hand
Just the thought of their frolic, how it drove me mad

How boastful they walk
How mindless they breathe
This veil adore eternally"

"Speaking in riddles now are we
we have not the time
this harlot you speak of, i swear
has vowed to be mine"

How boastful they talk
they deceive
Blinded by reflection, they refuse to see

"We are the eyes of these parts, these woods are - a symbol of peace
this misfortune you speak of, a misfortune indeed
Dare bring your mortal tangle to his feet, dear fleshling, i think not"

"Watchers of the witching hour, what wonders we have seen
the man, the heart, the soul, your web
how quickly it unweaves"

Stumble forth, the abyss thirsts for much more of your tears than this
Rampant disgust in this realm it seems, often bleeds into dreams

"Watchers of the witching hour, what wonders we have seen
the man, the heart, the soul, your web
how quickly it unweaves"

"Will you take my hand?
Will you follow me?
Further into the dusk
I promise you, your will is stronger than mine
In this fear, a strength you will find"

"Steadfast delusioned one
There is much to be known
This fate, quite literally written in stone
The truth you seek is of rapturous kind
Taking it's toll, the toll - the mind"

"This is suffocating, i breathe for every word she has said
if I'm to suffer this silence
oh I'm better off, better off dead"

Stumble forth, the abyss thirsts for much more of your tears than this
Rampant disgust in this realm it seems, often bleeds into dreams.

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