Bathed in the rust of moon Is the death beds lullaby Sung so softly with the stars Reflected in her eyes Its the blaze that beckons men Into the woods, of beaten path Its the sight of the fire that No maidens eyes should have Iron does as irons told And drinks of lifes red gold But shame wont leave with dying breathe The life that wants its own death And the forest hums its silent hymn Heard by those of solitude As mist it wells Up the brooks dark banks Bewitched by these fire woods Its the blaze that beckons men Into the woods, of beaten path Its the sight of the fire that No maidens eyes should have Iron does as irons told And drinks of lifes red gold But shame wont leave with dying breathe The life that wants its own death
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