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The Dornishman's wife was as fair as the sunAnd her kisses were warmer than springBut the Dornishman's blade was made of black steelAnd its kiss was a terrible thingThe Dornishman's wife would sing as she bathedIn a voice that was sweet as a peachBut the Dornishman's blade had a song of its ownAnd a bite sharp and cold as a leechAs he lay on the ground with the darkness aroundAnd the taste of his blood on his tongueHis brothers knelt by him and prayed him a prayerAnd he smiled and he laughed and he sung"Brothers, oh brothers, my days here are doneThe Dornishman's taken my lifeBut what does it matter, for all men must dieAnd I've tasted the Dornishman's wife! Aus Songtexte Mania