The Ballad of Nora & Harry

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Sing Goddess, sing me the weird ballad of Nora & Harry

How they became Death's Paramours

How the ire of their love drowned the Souls of many

And turned them into seizings of the most terrifying

And macabre creatures – sing Goddess how the Aquarius

Weaved a perfidious path to the far away fiery Sun

And the two Lovers traveled east of the Sun and west of the Moon


The Lovers, O Muse, the malicious Lovers sing to me, who

Viciously the hearts of men firmed in their hands and the blood drained holy

As if on envious foreheads run the crimson rain from a thorned crown

Many towns did they visit, and many were the faces they beheld

And many laments suffered from the rolling waves of Aquarius the young lover's heart

For he strived to save his own soul and the Last Poet bring back

Alas – she perished!

For she was lost among the vast waves from the holy and high Force –

Tell me, too, about all these things, O divine Vesperalia for your voice spins

Many stories of the strange and the guileful macabre


Sing Goddess, sing me the weird ballad of Nora and Harry

How these lone wolves stranded in the deserts underneath the cold twilight

Whose hands gleamed with a crimson glow through the night's shadows

Sing Goddess the fury of a woman's heart

The waves were spuming and the road deceived the Last Wanderer

Tell me, too, about all these things, O divine Vesperalia for your voice spins

Many stories of the strange and the guileful macabre

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