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The day is (always) going away and (the) night covers the children of coldness and darkness by it's screen. |
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The frozen flame (in) wrath tears the letters... |
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The thirst is free and the rivers of blood flow to the unknown. |
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Death opens it's gates and the victims fall down to its scarlet lake. |
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The ancient cults of blood that give the pleasure to the children of the nightmares and cruel reality. |
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The awesome castle stands where the flesh is worth a life; the blood and the rage unleashed by the master of the night inside. |
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The star drops down its light through the gallow loop, as nightflower grows in the appointed place. |
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One who tasted its bitterness will get immortality, and the master will dip him into the stormy waters of blood and chaos. |
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The moon drops down the tears of light weeping for the great forests. |
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Its gladness is expressed in these drops of silence and paradoxical eminence. |
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Ancient master! |
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Give the power to the children of nightmares and take their gifts. |
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And they'll come to your gates (that are) widely opened for them... power, eminence, immortality, blood, death and chaos. |
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The castle! |
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The great castle! |
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The shelter for the ones who eternally search and find chaos. |
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In it those who give the true history to the world and take the stillness from it... |
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We are on our road. |
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The blood is flowing, the heaven is on fire, we are awaited by chaos... to the gates of blasphemous fire! |
