Now he hold her with his eddies
Withered leaves swirling to the bottom
She is chained, dressed in green
This green lake is her last kingdom
She is now a part of it
Her feet are sinking in the mud of time
She can feel a silent wind brushing her skin again
Thirteen monsters are murmuring
Deaf are the gods even if she is almost one of them
One mind trapped in the time
She is screaming around
Wandering in those black days
Damned god drifting around
Here but never found
Standing under the endless rain
Sinning like a hundred Eves
She knows that she will never rest
Laying down on the dead leaves
The night is penetrating her chest
She can feel a silent wind brushing her legs again
Thirteen monsters are dancing
Deaf are the gods even if she is almost one of them
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