Grimm Of Decembers Mailune Lyrics

She notices some careful Taps
on the wooden Floor
and on that rotten Slats
Fast her scared Heart pounders
as her Candleflame fades
the Plenifog chiseles her grimly Wonders

In a weaker Light she notices the Fog to late
those Coldness' froze her Bed at Night
So pure is the Grim of Decembers Mailune
dark enclosed is the Moor and Moon Under the Pines into the Cabin slumbers
Pale is her Face while she gaze
dark enclosed by the Plenifogs Haze
Under the Pines into the Cabin slumbers...

Once she noticed some careful Taps
on the wooden Floor and on that rotten Slats
Once her scared Heart poundered fast
The Fog drew her Picture in immortal Past.

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