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As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway |
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and the silence reach the woods, I awake and rise... |
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Into the night I wander, like many nights before, |
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and like in my dreams, but centuries ago. |
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Under the Moon, under the trees. |
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Into the Infinity of Darkness, |
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beyond the light of a new day, |
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into the frozen nature chilly, |
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beyond the warmth of the dying Sun. |
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Hear the whispering of the wind, |
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the Shadows calling... |
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I gaze into the Moon which grants me visions |
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these twelve full Moon nights of the year, |
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and for each night the light of the holy disciples fades away. |
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Weaker and weaker, one by one. |
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Weaker and weaker, one by one. |
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I gaze into the Moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes, |
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my eyes cold as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside. |
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It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world, |
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into the infinity of thoughts... thoughts of upcoming reality. |
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In the name of the almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride, |
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carrying the Blacksword at hand, in warfare. |
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I will grind my hatred upon the loved ones. |
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Despair will be brought upon |
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the hoping children of happiness. |
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Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse |
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will pollute sadness, sadness and hate |
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under the reign of fear. |
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The lands will grow black. |
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There is no Sunrise yet to come |
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into the wastelands of phantoms lost. |
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The lands will grow black. |
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There is no Sunrise yet to come. |
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May these moments under the Moon be eternal. |
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May the infinity haunt me... In Darkness. |
