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You are beckoned on a stormy night
To dress the corpse of a sorceress
Her face contorted in a painful smirk
Your avocation leaves her unable to rest

A single jewel on her hand catches your eyes
And your greedy hands shake as you pry away
Her possessions from her cold, dead hands
Dress her warm for her grave, but what you don't understand...

She will return
Watch out behind your back
Will you ever learn?
The dead lurk in the pitch black

racconto della donna fantasma, nella tua casa

In her white gown, her body afloat
Her hands raised to grasp your throat
Begging for mercy, falling on deaf ears
She enjoys watching you writhe in fear

Standing over your body
They see your expression of fright
The same jewel yanked from your hands
Who will you haunt on this night?

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