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The elder´s tears are dropping

on her sore and silent lips

and nature draws the magic word

gently upon her head.

The branches shadowplay enchants

a smile on her ivory face

and her eyelids they seem to flash

like a twinkling of a star.

And she danced till the moon wept

and the sun smiled tired upon the new dreary day,

and she danced

and the time stood still for a while.

Through a veil of haze and sweat

she weaved around my heart

I step into her magic circle

she takes my hand and we dance...

That´s when the dead arise

from the soil bleeding black

and a storm emerges

from the lightning-cracked sky.

She was shedding her skin like a snake

as I raised the crystal flake -

full of blood

and a spell has been cast.