Follow to my high
dance the place of sorrow
I came after I died.
Horrific, I also follow.
The frozen winter forest,
where I walk the forbidden paths.
Above, a star will guide me,
within I see that magic laugh.
Pleasure my embraces,
fur of joyfull sinner.
Take me where thy place is,
don't let me survive winter.
Please freeze me to death.
Behind the world that I left.
I sing...
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Strong enough to live by the sword
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