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After the gong rings at midnight
And the tickye fog`s coming down , You hear a creak that seems to bite ; It`s Lady with Mowing -walking on the ground . And she has long, beautiful lashes Just like the princess of dark , But her burnt hands has signs of wrinkles And in each eye you see a red spark . Her brunt, weird parfume smells like clay And it is pushing with power your chest . We all know that must come a day When in her world , in peace we will rest . Her long dress made by delicate night Like a bride`s train crawls on the ground . She`s holding a candle in her left side That burns very slowly and with no sound . Slowly , with patience , she waits sitting there Suffering souls . Ready to reap She comes near them just from nowhere , Putting in them her mowing , too deep . Often she cryes with tears of blood; Death is a woman , and she`s beautiful ! Convicted to live eternal in mud , She met the macabre, misery...awful! Transforming her pain in rings , she ties , With strong and sturdy chains of fire , Each soul , in the moment when he has to die , Loosing in her clutches any desire . Lady in Black is sleeping right now , But she knows that the Sun will melt in the sky . She`ll come from nowhere , without knowing how , And in her powerful hug i will die...
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