Back at home, there lived a little maiden and she's called Erika. That girl was my faithful little darling and my joy, Erika. When the fire blooms all red, the heat fatal, I sing her this song while weeping. On the ground, there's a pile of ash, and she's called Erika.

Bonus points if you imagine a stormfaggot singing it on the verge of tears

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Back at home, there lived a little maiden and she's called Erika. That girl was my faithful little darling and my joy, Erika. When the fire blooms all red, the heat fatal, I sing her this song while weeping. On the ground, there's a pile of ash, and she's called Erika.

Bonus points if you imagine a stormfaggot singing it on the verge of tears