Twelve mountain maples
Rinkinä stands
Leafless branches sway
In the dark
Velvet curtains shyly sway
Burnt oil in autumn evening smells
Fear is the key
Fear is the key
The wind rests for a moment
It whistles in place
The grove is completely silent
It waits
In the dark thousands of catal eyes shine
When the gate opens
Fear is the key
Fear is the key
[CHORUS]:
In the red room I sit, draped
Music floats in the air
The man in blood laughs and dances
In the branches swaying in the wind
When the music ends
The lights flicker in the red room
Laughter like feasts of beasts
They they invite the fire
I'm not me anymore
Twelve mountain maples
Rinkinä stands
Leafless branches sway
In the dark
The velvet curtains wave timidly
The smell of burnt oil in an autumn night
Fear is the key
Fear is the key

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