Mistres, my beloved princess
Like fairy you dance oh ! cherrie
Your beauty is of emeralds
A vision in the flower fields
I play my lyre as I feel your fire
I sing my choirs to infinity
Leave you all heralds of her primacy
I invite the beasts I gather the wolves
together we dance all in the woods
In vines when you walk
With my tunes to Gods I talk
I make mountains cry
To me birds and volture fly
In vines when you walk
With my tunes to Gods I talk
To my life you're so precious
Your smile is so mysterious
What fate is holding on ?
Without you I can't do on
Solitude I don't wish
All I need is a bloody kiss
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