The lethal grace, it will not let you live,
The lethal grace, it will not let you live.
Your tresses, night clouds, eyes, a tavern deep,
The lethal grace, it will not let you live.
The heart's instrument, played, O love of mine,
Choose, beloved, thorns or blossoms fine.
The heart's instrument, played, O love of mine,
Choose, beloved, thorns or blossoms fine.
Such fortune yours, the world consumed in fire,
The lethal grace, it will not let you live,
The lethal grace, it will not let you live.
In every gathering, legends they create,
Do not in secrecy, a madman make.
In every gathering, legends they create,
Do not in secrecy, a madman make.
You too, my love, will one day be my own,
The lethal grace, it will not let you live,
The lethal grace, it will not let you live.
Your tresses, night clouds, eyes, a tavern deep,
The lethal grace, it will not let you live.
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