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Calm lake of lapplander rough holy mountain. |
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First-born to the nother rock, to the victimstone of people came from south. |
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Scream loud the bloodsong, the sweet sonata for ancient gods. |
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The knife inseaces the flesh inviting the children of black moon to get their share. |
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Slowly little heart beats out the liquid of life... |
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With silent cry ends the life of the newborn, to the stone life of litle one. |
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To the coldness of the winter chills the body of harmless son. |
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To the darkness of the night melts red victims blood. |
