A dagger gleams silver in the moon light
Fire racing flame on both ends of the amulet of hell
A daughter of silence with passionate glances
A seductive grin and a promise of eternal satisfaction
Lies that cause golden tears to fall in the darkness of the night
A dance with death, a gaze of temptation and a pact with the devil
Heart of the hunter in which the prey is stalked
Til they scream in pain, a naked woman whispering to the moon
Whispering of secrets that cause your head to spin
Illusions of fire burns in your fragile mind
Then a face came out of the midnight shadows
As she throws back her head, laughing, naked with a dagger.

Can I burn the mazes I grow? Can I, I don't think so.

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