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Sorcerer's MassWood's in fright.Running through the night I can't find the way – Lead astray. Deceiving is moonlight – The sorcerer's hide. I saw this dream before Blood's running cold. My scarlet colored dress. caught rapacious eye. The wolves' heavy breath Is blending with my sigh. Seven rings protect An altar of black stone. Werewolf's big head Utters husky groan. Caught am I In his trap I will die. This ancient game Is Black magic's reign. On bald-headed peak Dancing was the Death. Witches wait for me To start the sorcerer's mass. |