Bathory - The Woodwoman [akordy a text]

^Ami ^Emi ^F ^C ^AmiResting by my fire. Looking ^Fdeep into it\'s ^Gflames. My ^Amimind must have been somewhere else ^FFar beyond these ^Gplains. I am ^Amisuddenly aware of a pair of ^Feyes staring at ^Gme. I ^Amiturn around and behold the most ^Fugly thing I have ^Gseen. The ^Amiwoman standing in the glade like a ^Fshadow in the ^Gnight ^AmiPoints her wretched finger at me ^Fwith a wretched ^Gsmile And she ^Amiasks me in a voice that sounds as ^Fif it\'s been so ^Glong ^Amisince she spoke, if I seek magic then ^FI should come a^Glong ^CI\'m but a ^Gman. Mortal, a ^Dmiman. But she leaves no ^Ffootprints in ^Gthe snow ^CStill I follow ^Gon to where she is ^Dmigoing For she has promised me ^Fmagic if ^GI follow ^Amion. ^Ami ^Emi ^F ^C She ^Amitakes me to a part of these woods ^Ffew have ever ^Gseen. Where the ^Amisun surely won\'t reach Still the ground ^Fominously ^Ggleams. She ^Amisays she\'s seen me coming and that ^Fshe knows where I\'ll ^Ggo. But ^Amibefore I leave she says there is this ^Fone thing I should ^Gknow. She ^Amioffers me the ability to ^Ftake a fatal ^Gwound. Every ^Amicut by sword or spear will be ab^Fsorbed by her tree-^Gwomb. The ^Amimagic will remain until it\'s ^Ftime for me to ^Gpart ^Amiwith this mortal world. And all she\'ll ^Fclaim is my young ^Gheat. ^CI\'m but a ^Gman. Mortal, a ^Dmiman. And I\'ll need all ^Fthe help that ^GI can ^Cget. So I give my ^Gheart to the woman of the ^Dmidark With or without it...^Fmy life is ^Gnot over ^Amiyet. ^AmiWing of ^Emibat and ^Flizard\'s ^Ceye. ^AmiDust of a ^Emistar fallen ^Ffrom the ^Csky. ^AmiTears of a ^Emivirgin, ^Fcum of a ^Cgod. ^AmiThirteen ^Emidrops of an ^Finfant\'s ^Cblood A ^Amitwist of a ^Emicat\'s spit and ^Foil of the ^Cmoon ^AmiStir for a ^Emiwhile and ^Fvery ^Csoon A ^Amisalve to ^Emibe app^Flied u^Cpon the ^Amichest close ^Emito where the ^Fheart beats ^Cstrong. ^AmiNo pains ^Emiwill o^Fccur when her ^Chand is ^Amipushed in^Emito my ^Fflesh ^C She\'ll ^Amislowly ^Emidraw my ^Fliving ^Cheart out ^Amiof my ^Emiopen ^Fchest. ^C She\'ll ^Amiplace my ^Emiheart in the ^Fpit of the ^Csnake and be^Amihold the ^Emiyears go ^Fby. ^C ^AmiHers to ^Emikeep from the ^Fmoment ^Cwhen the ^Amitime has ^Emicome for ^Fme ^Cto ^Amidie. ^C ^Dmi ^F ^G ^Ami

Bathory - The Woodwoman

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