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Y sneak from behind the woods ?
when your lady
waits on the Road
the road through the Woods..
on the dark road
With the door open.
Open though for you,
the worst of the World
the dust, the heat
burn her, haunt her
trickle the blood
of Lust, of Pain..
Oh sweet dilemma ..
that honeyed Torment
sitting onĀ  the Edge
the sceptre of Vengeance
thy arrows through me
So killing
so [...]

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