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Lust he follows virtue close Through the steaming woodlands His darkened blood through bulging veins Through the steaming woodlands Virtue knows he follows softly Through the steaming woodlands Travel light the deathly shudder Down the leafy pathway The dim light she comes peering through the forest pines And she knows by the sound of the baying By the baying of the hounds Diana Diana kick your feet up Lust bares his teeth and whines For he's picked up the scent of virtue And he knows the panic signs Lust cries running with his eyes The white-clad figure fleeting Mud burns his eyes but desire burns his mind Fear in her eyes as the forest grins through the steaming woodlands Lust now his soul destroyed with enmity disarmed From Letras Mania