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*The Celtic Requiem*
She stands
In the soulless air she sways
Blank snow dances around her
This night is cursed
An aincent song
From the depths of her sorrows
It emerges
Cutting it's way out of her throat
The Celtic Requeim
Snow intwines with soulless air
Soulless air intwines with the deepness of night
Demons they form
Ancient blood runs unwillingly from the veins
Too singing
The Celtic Requeim
Demons join
Cutting only
With the forbiden tune
The Celtic Requeim
Soulless night
Ancient blood
The forbiden glow of the moon
Shine true o nejlected treasure
Cast your rein
Use only the power of
The Celtic Requeim
Take her soul
You shall feast tonight
Helpless
For she can not escape
The blood curse runs true this time
Her dark eyes shadder all sanity
Dark hair rooted to the heart
All fall to the night
As the binding tune
Is cut from her soul
The Celtic Requeim
*Lady Romana*
A young girl
In her thirteenth year of life
Spins in her warm wooden room
In the heart of Rome
She finds refuge
Twirling in her blood red dress
A tragic smile
Finds it's place on her lips
Hazel eyes
Filled with determination close
Sunlight floods the room
Lighting her honey hair
Like an elegant flower
She twirls
In an imagenary breeze
Cheeks flushed red from the heat
Fireflies come
To basque in her
Beauty
Warmth
Light
Hope
Yet beyond her perfect relm
The Peryton feast
Mans shadow
Alas they take
The fall of Rome
Has come
And gone
What become of the last
Happy girl
In the heart of Rome
She stands
In the soulless air she sways
Blank snow dances around her
This night is cursed
An aincent song
From the depths of her sorrows
It emerges
Cutting it's way out of her throat
The Celtic Requeim
Snow intwines with soulless air
Soulless air intwines with the deepness of night
Demons they form
Ancient blood runs unwillingly from the veins
Too singing
The Celtic Requeim
Demons join
Cutting only
With the forbiden tune
The Celtic Requeim
Soulless night
Ancient blood
The forbiden glow of the moon
Shine true o nejlected treasure
Cast your rein
Use only the power of
The Celtic Requeim
Take her soul
You shall feast tonight
Helpless
For she can not escape
The blood curse runs true this time
Her dark eyes shadder all sanity
Dark hair rooted to the heart
All fall to the night
As the binding tune
Is cut from her soul
The Celtic Requeim
*Lady Romana*
A young girl
In her thirteenth year of life
Spins in her warm wooden room
In the heart of Rome
She finds refuge
Twirling in her blood red dress
A tragic smile
Finds it's place on her lips
Hazel eyes
Filled with determination close
Sunlight floods the room
Lighting her honey hair
Like an elegant flower
She twirls
In an imagenary breeze
Cheeks flushed red from the heat
Fireflies come
To basque in her
Beauty
Warmth
Light
Hope
Yet beyond her perfect relm
The Peryton feast
Mans shadow
Alas they take
The fall of Rome
Has come
And gone
What become of the last
Happy girl
In the heart of Rome