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Fickle fortress is her lair A silent maiden is waiting there don't misjudge her ,for heavens knows She need no rescue, she comes from below You waltz in sword in hand ready to defend for your a galent young man you realize not that , this is a trap better back up,while you have the chance The room is shaking the spinning wheel turns As sinners do the maiden grins She takes your hand and drags you down She takes all you have Even your sound Back to rest she lays down until another fool comes around
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
The Maiden
Fickle fortress is her lair A silent maiden is waiting there don't misjudge her ,for heavens knows She need no rescue, she comes from below You waltz in sword in hand ready to defend for your a galent young man you realize not that , this is a trap better back up,while you have the chance The room is shaking the spinning wheel turns As sinners do the maiden grins She takes your hand and drags you down She takes all you have Even your sound Back to rest she lays down until another fool comes around
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Jul 17, 2010
Jul 17, 2010 at 7:58 PM UTC
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