Umbrae aulaei feminam tengono
Invenit salum in vino
If peace was there she wouldn't know
Her life held much like a shadow
Lifelessness holds an immortal chain
Reality is a steel sphere at the heel
Aulaea vini vitam claudent
Rosa pura
Nunc rosa mortuosa
She turns her fate to the knife and strikes
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