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Sleeping Princess Of The Arges
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Tonight the moon is full in the land beyond the forest.
The howling of Wallachian wolves,
a serenade to the dreariest soul.
I'm alone, within the confines of my barren home bereaved,
left behind, grieving for the one, my ashen bride.
A host of ravens hover from majestic winter mountains.
Into my ears they whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.
Five hundred years have passed since the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and shadows embrace the frozen sun
I'm alone
I remember the glorious storms,
the wrath of the heavens upon the shores.
The erotic winds and their symphonies,
resounding above the elegant trees.
I remember the nights spent in thine arms,
while making dark love with bestial charm.
A setting provided with incessant rain,
sipping the blood from each others veins.
As mist, I travel the dismal skies,
feeding, my ravenous appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars.
Once I was a blissful delighted man,
residing over a splendid land.
Now a beast of nocturnal guise,
bent to cease my immortal life.
I am longing to touch thee, my love,
to bake in the warmth of the skies above.
Marveled by landscapes so picturesque
with the nestled brow on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the halls of the fiery abyss.
The howling of Wallachian wolves,
a serenade to the dreariest soul.
I'm alone, within the confines of my barren home bereaved,
left behind, grieving for the one, my ashen bride.
A host of ravens hover from majestic winter mountains.
Into my ears they whisper, a sullen song of melancholy.
Five hundred years have passed since the flowers blossomed.
Green meadows now benighted and shadows embrace the frozen sun
I'm alone
I remember the glorious storms,
the wrath of the heavens upon the shores.
The erotic winds and their symphonies,
resounding above the elegant trees.
I remember the nights spent in thine arms,
while making dark love with bestial charm.
A setting provided with incessant rain,
sipping the blood from each others veins.
As mist, I travel the dismal skies,
feeding, my ravenous appetite.
Dreaming, of candles and gleaming stars.
Bleeding, from my lovelorn scars.
Once I was a blissful delighted man,
residing over a splendid land.
Now a beast of nocturnal guise,
bent to cease my immortal life.
I am longing to touch thee, my love,
to bake in the warmth of the skies above.
Marveled by landscapes so picturesque
with the nestled brow on my nurturing breast.
I yearn to taste the sweet tongue of thy kiss,
to dance in the halls of the fiery abyss.
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