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Slave of the saviour has got the chains broken has found it's temper from the slit of evil sword. |
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Lonely one is calling me to the company of guide awakening my instincts on cold winter night. |
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Blood runs as the young heart beats feeds hunger with steaming meat leads me into the extacy ah... |
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In Fullmoon |
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Dream. So |
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Now i praise this night and the moon of winter cold pale light shining like silver |
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Human mind is awakening to the burning light of sun. |
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From the Fullmoon |
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Dream to the prisoner of self-pity. ' |
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Til the moon will turn to full again so powerful it leads me into the extacy ah... in |
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Fullmoon Dream. |
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Slave of the saviour has got the chains broken has found it's temper from the slit of evil sword. |
