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Distant cold winds will be rolling by
At the roaring Atlantico
Mary McGuire discrete and shy
Did her grievings before the storms
All the kings and saints
They will be dancing in the rain
Where all the witches prayed for
The gods on the terrain
As Mary McGuire just zips into fire
Saving her bless from the rain! - OH!
Into her chamber, she'll make you go numb
And turn you into withche's lamb!
Oh i'm not ok lets go home
Please heat me by the fire side
I'm all alone tied up in ropes
And she's doing it alright...
Chase this ghost from my face,
Go far beyond the darkest towers of hell
Where even if I try I shall not find
Where even all I love is left to die
Awake from the dream, I've got carried by
In delusion of status quo
Sirens will sing and the pipes will call
When the dead are to walk on earth
Older people tend to be frank with their descent
Like every winter summer falls and storms are just revenge
Mary McGuire did set me on fire,
Touching the vice in the man! - WHAT THE...!
Into her chamber I vaguely remember
Who I want or what I am...
Oh I'm not ok let's go home
Please heat me by the fire side
I'm all alone tied up in ropes
And she's doing it alright...
Chase this ghost from my face,
Go far beyond the darkest towers of hell
Where even if I try I shall not find
Where even all I love is left to die
She has a heart made of stone,
You cant tell 'er wrong...