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Lene

i fled the city's empty nights
i left the melancholic cold headlights
up in rural canadian scope i met you

i felt the daggers in your eyes
i saw you tormented by mum's lies
with all your pain and hatred life
you came to me

but from holes in walls
our cherry red blood welled
as we climbed up our hall
where the bruning witch once fell

to "the raven"'s poem we spoke
and sung our gloomy fate in rhymes
'til out of our dark past's smoke
we came out strong and divine