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I am the shadow of your pain in existence |
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You please my nocturnal hunger |
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My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky |
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Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter |
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My nordic witch in freezing appearance |
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She, who's lust is obediant to me |
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Our seat of blackness lit through glorious rides |
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Over the hills where the norse spirit lies |
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Could she ever bring me what |
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I need? Oh, what candle wouldn't |
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I burn? Will the earthly eclipse ever be? |
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How many times wouldn't |
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I die? I who can see through my right eye with my left |
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I will regain my sorrow throughout the centuries |
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The children of |
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Christ - Oh, what humble creatures |
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Not even worthy to serve my enemies |
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What pleasure would |
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I take In crushing the voice of |
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God THe horizons of death please my black eyes |
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Ever will thou be there |
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You whom spirit is in my soul, |
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And you who bring forth all misery |
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Oh you, my black witch |
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You please my hunger for the night |
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I am the shadow of your pain in existence |
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You please my nocturnal hunger |
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My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky |
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Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter |
