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Sweet pulse
Is upon the winter's eve
From the nymphs in the wood
And the dryads in the trees
That will take you to rapture
And bring you to your knees
That will lift your spirit higher
And soothe you till you bleed
This is the path
That leads to your release
Not the South, nor the North
Nor the West, nor the East
This is the light and darkness
As love is bittersweet
And there is never peace
For nature never sleeps
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
One taste is all it takes
Just one sip is all you need
Just once and you're no more
Just once and no return
Herbs and mushrooms
To bring you to the dead world
With berries black
Toadstools white and red
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the dream
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the dream
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the dream
Of the enchanted realm
Lost, in the magic
Of the enchanted realm
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