Come,
Come into the forest
You’ve walked that dusty path too long
Come,
Come into the forest
That colorless track is not your home
You’re a wild mystic
An untamed artist
An enchantress wrapped in spiritskin
You’re a wild mystic
A fire dancer
A colorful poet drenched in danger
You’re a wild mystic
An erotic soul
A holy hellion with a hidden flame
The fire is calling
Dance, dance
The wind is calling
Dance, dance
The moon is calling
Dance, dance
Come,
Come into the forest
Put one trembling foot in the forbidden grass
Come,
Come into the forest
That narrow road is not a mystic’s path
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