"Fair Lady, throw those costly robes aside,No longer may you glory in your pride;
Take leave of all your carnal vain delight,
I'm come to summon you away this night."
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A little part of the ballad I have read recently and was recorded at around late 1600's to early 1700's, written by J. Deacon. The theme was to describe a woman, begging the Death to redeem her soul.
I guess it doesn't matter if you are rich or poor when it comes to the end; gold, power, pride, love ... what can be taken when we are being burned by the fire of Death? Many Emperors and Kings in the past 5000 years of human civilization buried themselves with gold, dimonds and the livings; all I know is that the precious stones were thieved by the tomb raiders and only bones were left over to rot.
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As the night approaches its darkness, once again I feel the evil awakening and running in my veins. I have blended myself with the ballad, placing my soal along with the Death for my beloved lady, "Aberlour A'Bunadh cask strength single malt whisky".
I guess it doesn't matter if you are rich or poor when it comes to the end; gold, power, pride, love ... what can be taken when we are being burned by the fire of Death? Many Emperors and Kings in the past 5000 years of human civilization buried themselves with gold, dimonds and the livings; all I know is that the precious stones were thieved by the tomb raiders and only bones were left over to rot..
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As the night approaches its darkness, once again I feel the evil awakening and running in my veins. I have blended myself with the ballad, placing my soal along with the Death for my beloved lady, "Aberlour A'Bunadh cask strength single malt whisky".
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Stripping her waxy garment by tearing the strips around her waist, her naked body soon revealed in front of my eyes. The sherry and fruity aromas from her body was seductively charming. Creamy, that full bodied of her flesh was just irresistibly delicious. Biting like a vampire, I have withdrawn every pinch of her spirit from her soul. Dryness from sherry, hint of citrus fruit flashes in my mouth and mind where a trace of her innocent soul drips slowly from the tip of my canine; lingers and unforgettable. Oh my oh my, what have I done?