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The LakeVoices, sweet and beckoningIn your mind, leads you the wayGuides you through the blackened nightThey've promised that you'll be safeShadows dance before your eyesTo a tune the devil playsYou're mesmerized by his tender songsFrom the depths of the cursed lakeThe fog lie thick, on the surface darkAt the shore you stand aloneWith empty eyes, at the lake you stareSoon the devil will take his brideTake his hand, join the danceLeave this world so far behindA night of joy, then oblivionWithin the depths of the cursed lake |