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|...My Bride (Queen Of My Heathen Forests)
Sorceress – queen of my pagan lands
Shrouded in fog crowns of the trees
Darkness is thickening at the foot of wood
You’d called me – and I came.
I’m standing by your throne,
I’m resting upon your legs,
I’m your defender, my Bride,
And I’m ready to fight for you.
Look around – your foresthrone is ignited
To kill you by those, who are against us.
They don’t believe in your might
Now it’s my turn to shield you
They don’t realize your vigour and power
Poor people, forgotten the prophecies of Ancient!
Those who can’t even read
Magic signs in scrolls
They can’t resist my Bride!..
Sorceress, my bride, I’m forever with you.
I’m your King and you my Queen,
I’m your defender you’ve chosen me
And together we’ll annihilate them!
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