Mactatus
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In a rainy evening filled with mist and haze
I saw a woman dressed in black
Her words sounded so fair, her voice so fine
When she beckoned me to the forest
She sang old songs
She told me many a tale
By a pond in the enchanted forest
On a throne woven by time
She sits the fair volve
And lures me to her kingdom
She sings songs so beautiful
In the cold darkness of the night
Her songs of honor tear my soul
Her words if strife creates longing
I feel the cold of the night wash over me
A sleep until the next greatness