.In an arcade of woods in a sombre forest
I rise my hand in a devoted hail
To the obscure Horns that lead me
To my black desting to grow humble
As the funeral breeze blows in my face
and runs through my blonde hair>I know who I am: A dweller of a palace encircled in the mist
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