The Mystery of a Witching Forest Lyrics

Song	The Mystery of a Witching Forest
Artist	Black Countess
Album	The Language Of Flesh
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	Walking on the golden fallen leaves
	In red blaze of the autumn sun
	You clung to false threads of hope
	In the kingdom of writhed trees
	You disturbed the peace of a dead place
	Where birds' songs died down in dry trunks
	You came to know the old mystery
	The story of two guiltless girls
	Tongues of flame licked their bodies
	To the scorn of exultant crowd
	They were faggoted on suspicion
	Of witchcraft and lesbian sex
	And then the forest sheltered their souls
	Flying, whispering and luring
	Damned haunt of deep melancholy
	The cradle of illusive quiet
	Íà ïîëÿíå èç áåëîãî ìðàìîðà
	Â êðóãó ÷åðíûõ ãîðÿùèõ ñâå÷åé
	Òû ñòîëêíóëñÿ ñ äâóìÿ îáíàæåííûìè äàìàìè
	Îòðàçèâøèñü âî âçãëÿäå èõ òîìíûõ î÷åé
	Î, ãàëåðåÿ äüÿâîëüñêîé ïðåëåñòè
	Óâåðòþðà ðàçäâèíóòûõ íîã
	Íàñìîòðåâøèñü êàê øëþõè ëàñêàþò äðóã äðóãà
	Óñòîÿòü ïðåä ñîáëàçíîì òû ïðîñòî íå ñìîã!
	You joined their tight embrace
	Which begot a sharp blade
	They offered it to you
	And you accepted the gift of death
	It easily got into the flesh
	Shedding your warm red blood
	On their perfect silk skin
	Your fell to their feet on the smooth marble
	Òàéíà
	È ëèøü øåï÷óùèé ëåñ äà íî÷íîå íåáî çíàþò ïðàâäó îá ýòîì

	Walking on the golden fallen leaves
	In red blaze of the autumn sun
	You clung to false threads of hope
	In the kingdom of writhed trees
	You disturbed the peace of a dead place
	Where birds' songs died down in dry trunks
	You came to know the old mystery
	The story of two guiltless girls
	Tongues of flame licked their bodies
	To the scorn of exultant crowd
	They were faggoted on suspicion
	Of witchcraft and lesbian sex
	And then the forest sheltered their souls
	Flying, whispering and luring
	Damned haunt of deep melancholy
	The cradle of illusive quiet
	Ía i e a iaia
	oo i ue e
	Ò oio oi aiaiiie aiaie
	oaeeü e oii e
	, a üue oe
	Óoa aeioo i
	Íaioeü a e aao o oa
	Óooü aaii o o i i!
	You joined their tight embrace
	Which begot a sharp blade
	They offered it to you
	And you accepted the gift of death
	It easily got into the flesh
	Shedding your warm red blood
	On their perfect silk skin
	Your fell to their feet on the smooth marble
	Òaeia
	È eü ouee a ii ia iao ao a oi

	Walking on the golden fallen leaves
	In red blaze of the autumn sun
	You clung to false threads of hope
	In the kingdom of writhed trees
	You disturbed the peace of a dead place
	Where birds' songs died down in dry trunks
	You came to know the old mystery
	The story of two guiltless girls
	Tongues of flame licked their bodies
	To the scorn of exultant crowd
	They were faggoted on suspicion
	Of witchcraft and lesbian sex
	And then the forest sheltered their souls
	Flying, whispering and luring
	Damned haunt of deep melancholy
	The cradle of illusive quiet
	Íà í è á ìàìà
	óó í ùè é
	Ò òíó óì áíàííìè àìàìè
	òàèèü è òìí é
	, à üüé òè
	Óòà àèíóò í
	Íàìòèü à è ààò ó óà
	Óòòü áàíì ò ò í ì!
	You joined their tight embrace
	Which begot a sharp blade
	They offered it to you
	And you accepted the gift of death
	It easily got into the flesh
	Shedding your warm red blood
	On their perfect silk skin
	Your fell to their feet on the smooth marble
	Òàéíà
	È èü óùèé à íí íá íàò àó á òì

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