Hinder Beast 3-3-10
His heart is mine, and mine is his...
Twas winter when we gave this gift...
exchange of vows, of promise made...
beneath the sky of night and day...
our love it grows like ever rose...
no matter of the world to say...
so hinder, beast, before thee try to slay,
our love and fail, found mortal in your death, on this day...
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