The Ill Fate Of Love
O city of Geheimnis, you smell of mystery and love tonight
The chimes of love are being sound, is this a good omen or a bad one?
Men and women decked up search for their one
Will they find their soulmate or none
The song of the thorn bird is heard from afar
As she perches on the thorn to create her wonderful melody
Blood drips from her symbolizing the pain
She feels in order to create her love song
As the drums roll, all singles are gathered
For what they want but won’t get
The romantic atmosphere has veiled the horrors of danger
One might wonder what awaits these young at the end of day
As the rhythm of dance paces faster,
We spot couples coming together only to end the day with death
As the nature randomly plays her tunes,
A conspiracy is knit at the back of her dreams
Oh dear, Oh dear, the dreaded time has come
The whole place is now engulfed in the thick blanket of smoke
The ones who found their soulmates are now lost
Lost in the race of panic, a hand pulls each from behind
The last thing they see is an axe taking their life
As the thorn bird dies after ending her song
So does the soulmates lose their life
To an ancient custom which was unknown
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