I'm here,
the mist around the trees.
And I'm still here,
dancing through the skies of nevermore.
And I can feel your heat
by the ancient stone,
where you rest and sleep.
[Call me Lethe]
And I'm lust,
covered by the early hoarfrost.
And I'm shame,
standing in the water of pain.
Created to soar the darkest mystery
Created to bleed and wither inside
And I dream you in deepest forest
And I'll walk when the night goes on
And I'll wait all the black ravens,
through my spirit, body and my mind.
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And I'm here,
till the moonlight guiles my eyes.
And I'm shroud.
Ode into the darkness
Ode into the wind.
And I'm despondency.
And with her beauty, with her regal -
Lethe It shines, it shines.
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