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She walks along the river, between the trees The Ophelia's ghost She lived in the castle, on the hill Like an enslaved, imprisoned from those walls From the window she watched people She wished to love The heart pierced from thorns, bleeding!! Pure like water, far from the evil You have screaied that night, when your father, With its dirty hands touched to you It has raped to you Kill it, kill it, kill it Sinks the blade in its put ride meats Ophelia!! Ophelia!! Like burnt-out torches by a sick man's bed Gaunt cypress-trees stand round the sun bleached stone; Here doth the little night-owl make her throne, And the slitht lizard show his jeweled head. And, where the chaliced poppies flame to red, In the still chamber of yon pyramid Surely some Old-World Sphinx lurks darkly hid Grim warder of this pleasance of the dead. SongtexteThe suffering for what was too much it was happened, She slept in its bed of pain She let to fall in the river Dipped in cold waters She walks along the river, Between the trees. the Ophelia's ghost Aus Songtexte Mania