The morning’s like an empty tomb,
cold, grey, and waiting for temptation.
Beyond the venom of this temptation
the serpent calls, “oh Eve! Oh maiden, come;
come join me at the crossroads.”
The morning hides this temptation well;
the depth of winter’s barren veil.
Winter’s barren veil at the crossroads;
“lead me where temptation lies,
tethered to the crossroads.”
Morning hides an empty tomb,
behind winter shows one too.
One upon the crossroads,
one upon the crossroads.
“Oh Eve! Oh maiden, choose;
come join me at the crossroads.”

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