(dark skin), (demon horns), large breasts, Clear as the sky On a midwinter's night And deep as the stormy sea I hear a whisper inside A hunger devouring me I beseech you, my heart, to be free Farther away Than the night from the day I reach for your true embrace Shadow of mine Memories fail through the veil of my mind Here at the end of our time Sure as the sun will rise Over blood-red skies I will be on my way Come the break of day Dark as the night will be So my heart, are we Sorrow will reave my soul This, my heart, I know A thread has been spun By an unyielding hand The Norns have laid down my path Just like the seed has to grow The withering leaf must let go To be buried beneath the snow Sure as the sun will rise Over blood-red skies I will be on my way Come the break of day Shrouded in doubt As I leave for the shore Though cold and unkind The horizon calls Way, way, wayward waves I will follow you home And vanish into the unknown Sure as the sun will rise Over blood-red skies I will be on my way Come the break of day Dark as the night will be So my heart, are we Sorrow will reave my soul This, my heart, I know Weaver of fate To your will I must fold Oh, wisdom of old I beseech you, my heart to set free

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