Arrange your candles
Arrange your black candles,
Mets them with the wall cupboard,
It will never wound but you,
You will be never the king…
White magic, black magic,
None will be of any help,
You wanted to break my destiny, my mirror…
Illusions of last recourse.
You will not touch has my family,
Your magic spells will claqueront you with the face in procession…
The evil is not controlled,
It shoed you to fall even lower.
You dreams to see us suffering,
You do nothing but open our future…
Resserer bonds,
While found hold they.
You wish to see us dying,
To request so that arrives,
Attention with the wind of passions,
They change directions… Without reasons…
Black candles,
Those which clarify your nights,
Your evenings illuminate,
summarize your life,
Those there even should melt you in the hand,
So that you occupied more but of your destiny…
One dies to want to make suffer others,
It is the love as of his, which keeps us in life…
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