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For a long time now, the night reigns over the world |
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We face a new climate: wet and cold |
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Far are the brilliant and warm recollections |
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The brilliant star died and it is no more than a doubtful memory |
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Lands, rot |
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Everything is only swamps and tortuous trees |
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The herb, is not any more and plains are transformed into desert of grey sand |
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Back to the cave |
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The sun will nevermore rise up |
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Back to the blind |
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Black carry on and reign everywhere |
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Trees were transformed into sinuous and chaotic forms |
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Dropping their branches tortuous and desperate on the uniform dark ground |
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Along |
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Torches and candles seem to be reflected the stars of the system |
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In the spirits, the hostility grows, men pray for a superior help |
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Back to the cave |
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The sun will nevermore rise up |
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Back to the blind |
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Black carry on and reign everywhere |
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Lands, rot |
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Everything is only swamps and tortuous trees |
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Sacrifices |
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Make run blood on altars, welcome in this new world, the world of eternal night |
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Back to the cave |
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The sun will nevermore rise up |
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Back to the blind |
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Black carry on and reign everywhere |
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Back to the cave |
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The sun will nevermore rise up |
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Back to the blind |
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Black carry on and reign everywhere |