| She said to me there’s nothing I like
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| As a young man’s arm bound with spikes
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| And songs that echo through the wood
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| Her face was hidden but I knew
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| Girls like this are very few
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| Then she drew back her hood
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| I’d seen her 'round so it seems
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| Blond non black her colour schemes
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| Chains wrapped round her slender waist
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| Beauty like a grove of birches
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| Eyes that glare like burning churches
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| She offered me her soul
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| Travelled as a seal across the sea
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| Found her there waiting for me
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| We knew that we were as one
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| 'neath the midnight sun, northern June
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| Heathens baying at the moon
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| This I know will last beyond forever
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| Round he is, seems flat as a board
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| This altar of the werewolf lords
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| Wolfbitch howling 'neath the moon
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| Score into your flesh my runes
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| Valkyrie whore, bitch in black
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| Yearn to see you on your back
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| On all fours 'neath the moon
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| Cut into our palms the runes
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| Seen her 'round, so it seems
|
| Blond non black her colour schemes
|
| Chains wrapped round her slender waist
|
| Beauty like a grove of birches
|
| Eyes that glare like burning churches
|
| She offered me her soul
|
| Travelled as a seal across the sea
|
| Found her there waiting for me
|
| We knew that we were as one
|
| 'neath the midnight sun, northern June
|
| Heathens baying at the moon
|
| This I know will last beyond forever
|
| Round he is, seems flat as a board
|
| This altar of the werewolf lords
|
| Wolfbitch howling 'neath the moon
|
| Cut into our palms the runes
|
| Valkyrie whore, bitch in black
|
| Yearn to see you on your back
|
| On all fours 'neath the moon
|
| Score into your flesh my runes |