Preacher's Daughter
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Welcome stranger to the thicket of the woods. Don't be afraid of wolf tooth or a knife to crude. Through the fern and swamp spruce we are walking by. Pussy willow whispers lullaby sung long ago to ones who'd gone before.
Once there lived a blacksmith in a village small. In his neighbourhood behind the strong stone walls lived a widowed preacher of an agvanced age. Priceless treasure had the preacher: daughter of the sage like a bird cage.
Sing it loud to godless crowd, don't mind whom they'll kill tonight, impaled or just crucified. All right - he just deserve it.
Preacher's daught had blue eyes and golden hair. Pretty girl in grtaceful prudish lady's wear. In a garden had a walk with eyes cast down. Blacksmith fell in love with maiden. Never knew before how spoiled maidens were.
Man you should have known what wants a woman each, either tall birch-tree or little dirty bitch. Knocking at your backdoor or just pull your hair, never listen to her words of love, he deaf and blind., don't let take your mind.
Sing it loud to godless crowd, don't mind whom they'll kill tonight, impaled or just crucified. All right - he just deserve it.
Be my tonight darling, there will be no crying, there will be no lying ever after.
Never'll be yours, bumpkin. Relay and fuck pumpkin. You're out of my ranking, take your arms off.
I'm nearly dying, give me your hand darling, or just one kiss darling, put out wild fire.
Relax and jerk doodle, all that you do's crudely, you'll never score noodle, jack king off suited.
No gentle words or crying, rest in peace my darling. In my dreams I see rising birch tree at your grave.
Then he threw off knive and took oil-treated torch. Got his apron on and passed into his forge. Helped the flame to get onto the wooden walls. Raging fire took the village, near the chapel bashed, preacher hammer smashed.
No one lives there, no one cares of fillage small. Years had passed and there had grown a birch tree tall. When a stranger comes to spot where blacksmith lived birch tree sings a lullaby, he hangs himself in wood, another tale ends good.
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