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Delightful night... |
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When the fullmoon lights cemetery's valley |
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Winds of frost strike my tomb |
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When I am in eternal sleep |
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When wild storms dwell |
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Wind blows through the Baltic |
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Instincts unleash the war inside |
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And strike the sky with holocausthunder |
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Mountains sleep, the forest |
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Covers freezing land where I was born |
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Now I walk among the castles |
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Watch the streams of frozen tears |
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Spilled with blood of forefathers |
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Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form |
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And spirits gather, floating in the mist |
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My eastern empires spread wings of winter |
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Visions of destructions ruin and tragedies |
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Tasting pure sin, fade into the pit |
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And walk through my beloved, endless woods... |
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I summon all the beauty Evil |
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To rape the bodies of your disciples |
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Too long I hide in shades of woods... |
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And now I build my beauty Hall |
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Wallachian tyrant, I bring a winter |
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I come with frost and burning hate! |
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Follow the Gods of Eastern Lands |
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Being the battle which blows the earth |
