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    Enchanted Ebony
    Kiss me coldly and drain this life from my lips
    Let the cold blood flow on it's own...
    Kiss me coldly and fall away from the soul
    Long forgotten...
    From which of this oak shall I hang myself?
    These ebon halls are always dark...
    From which frostbitten bough shall I die?
    As dark as the winter, as black as her ghastly veil
    As cold as her whisper and chilling gown
    No corridors of life and beauty
    These enchanted halls are stained with the blood of night
    Ebon halls gleam as ghosts of a fire dance wickedly across a pantheon of marble
    These weary eyes shall open no more, frozen tightly by the cold embrace of death
    A charnel house of memories torn and burning melancholy shall embrace me now
    Hear this call...
    Beyond endless halls and far across the vast forest, just across the iron gates
    As dark as the winter, as black as her grim mask of death
    As cold as her sorrow, her ivory tears
    No corridors of life and beauty
    No bloodred sky, no colors left in this world
    It was the light's end
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