Týr
Mare Of My Night
The cold of night falls on a fleeting evening's airAs I lie down beside the sweet scent of her hairThe night steels inside and soon I sail the seas of sleepWhere ancient shadows slither in the darkened deepMy goddess withdrewAnd a nightmare came trueThe mare of my nightPainfully she lies upon meIn my darkest hour she is thereA religious riteLustfully she goes down on meIn her eyes I see the fires flareThe mare of my nightTerror takes me now she rides me like a mareI slide in ever deeper sweat-drenched in despairI pray she won't play the painful passage on my fluteShe sucked me dry and left me nameless in the nudeMy goddess withdrewAnd a nightmare came trueThe mare of my nightPainfully she lies upon meSongtexteIn my darkest hour she is thereA religious riteLustfully she goes down on meIn her eyes I see the fires flareThe mare of my nightMy goddess withdrewAnd a nightmare came trueThe mare of my nightPainfully she lies upon meIn my darkest hour she is thereA religious riteLustfully she goes down on meIn her eyes I see the fires flareThe mare of my night
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