The Keeper of the City Keys puts shutters on the dreams
I wait outside the pilgrim's door, with insufficient schemes
The Black Queen chants the funeral march, the cracked brass bells will ring
To summon back the Fire Witch, TO THE COURT
OF THE CRIMSON KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING
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