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In Barren landscapes - Parched with thirst
In Woods at Night - And Streams by Day
Her Hollow Voice - Sings through the Mist
To Lure you Out - Into the Wild
Creature of Beauty - A Darkness she Hides
To take you Out - Where the Devil Rides

"Beware - beware of her bright hair
And the strange dress that glitters there
Many a young man she beguileth
Smiles winningly on youthful face
But woe to him whom she embraces"
- Johan Wolfgang von Goethe

She Stains your Soul - With Sin after Sin
Marks your Soul - Under the Skin
A Terror Rises - From Deep Within
A Muted Scream - In Her Eyes Gleam
In a Distant Dream...

A Curse for the Few - That call her Name
A Curse for you - That seek Her out
Remember this Tale - Forget not Her Name
The Gates of Death - Will Open for You...

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