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Hollow voices surround the space around the cromlech |
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In evil tongues they speak, grim are their aims |
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The storm rages near, ruthless in it's anger |
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The prophecy once spoken now should be fulfilled... |
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The altar of invocation awaits it's victim |
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Whispering once forgotten prayers, forbidden and concealed |
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Abyssic spirits haunt the hellish winds among the solitary virtue |
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The last chronicle is finally revealed... |
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Through vast enchanting woods |
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I stray in pride |
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Lamentation of pure bestiality, |
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Emptiness, my beloved and scarlet bride |
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Bleeding, starving - among symbolic immortality... |
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Child of sunset, descendant of lunar tribes |
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Darkness was upon the mystic birth of my funeral |
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Cold and senseless grave became my shining bed |
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As I began my quest towards twilight, the ever-first and primeval... |
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Anxious visions, danse macabre of universal mind |
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Woe to you, dwellers of this once so peaceful planet! |
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The blackened shadows grow longer and longer, night by night, |
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As the ensemble of pre-apocalyptic silence... |
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Time has stopped and the sunlight ceased |
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Awakened is the lord with horns, mighty messenger of darkness |
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For the Dark |
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Reign comes forth the |
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Tellus... |
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Descending through the space, riding the icewinds |
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Grotesque demon army, enormous in it's number |
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Has come to conquer and enslave, |
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To burn the sinistrous wastelands out of earth |
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And await the fall of their gods... |
