In the morning mist by the waning moon Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root
Chorus: Tread my path to summer's end This bequest I leave you she says You will see what could be evergreen Turn to copper and fade to gray
By the standing stones Atropine eyes smiled at me Sitting in a sluggish vertigo Sands of time form another dream No love without sacrifice No lige springs without decay The final kiss is a wormy one In soils cold caress to rest we'll lay
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