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Oh the witching time, like a blackened pearl.
Oh how useless seem the offers of this world.
A shroud is wrapped and bound, to Gallows led away though innocence is mine. The dog will have his day.
All the Love turned to Hate
The blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late.
All the Love turned to Hate
The blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late.
Oh wits' misery, the madness of your stay.
The best revenge, a price which you must pay.
The children hide behind, behind their little masks.
They are, at their games, the only ones who laugh.
All the Love turned to Hate
The blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late.
All the Love turned to Hate
The blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late.
So did I deserve, your lies and treachery?
The curtain closes now. The bell, it tolls for thee.
All the Love turned to Hate
The blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late.
All the Love turned to Hate
The blade is in too deep and your repentance comes too late.
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