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Devoted to the pleasures of coldness and darkness |
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To the somber powers of sublime honours and praises |
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It's the hate in the deepest of the whipping night |
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It's the evil in the deepest of the winds |
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Satisfying the hunger for murders |
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Which incites a desire of clemency in the enemies |
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Under the frozen sword, offerings to the stormy |
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Dreadful deity of the ages |
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Harden my soul with your wrath |
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Granting me your offspring |
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Proud of its majestic hate and might |
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Leaning at my feet are the incredulous in pain |
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Barren lands entreating for bloodand for your beating strength |
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Unholy coldness reigning now and forever, source of all my pleasures |
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Eternally at my grace lie the kings of the forbidden |
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It's the hate in the deepest of the whipping night |
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It's the evil in the deepest of the winds |
