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SINGER: Bishop Of Hexen
SONG:When A Witch Becomes A Pale Bride
Muster scarce trails to pursue the final tales i might appeal once quizzed, tested & feeled oh, these cuts-cut-open and observed though barely alive-cautiously preserved Molested are my cries dispersed like transparent rime yet strangely i see trees which assail with stabbing scenes Thus maladies & their remedies mix so violently they create loathsome tricks labyrinth of angles-so twisted shape & form the inevitable- Through the hexen's mind through the sharpness of her nails into her grim thoughts he now sails Lame and sterile pain becomes now the most desirable pain washed to a pond of tears emptied to a valley of the gifted fears goblets of wisdom dried when a witch becomes a pale bride to the raving beauty of a doubt a garland-old & worn-out "here lies he who never lyed whose skill so often hath been tryed their prophecies shall still survive and ever keep their name alive"
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