When angels draw the pentagram
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and satan says the rosary,
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when the gates of hell are frozen
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and heaven burns eternally.
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when day and night become a union
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become a single ,gloomy tone,
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when all of your thoughts wear mourning,
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it is november - nebelmond.
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It is the time when witches dance,
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behind the burning clouds the demons wait
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to change your wishes into curses
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and all is mould and all's decay.
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The summer left, the autumn died
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and snow's white shrouds will cover soon
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the earth and all that now is rotting,
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nebelmond - pale misty moon.
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Your inner self wants to break free
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but it is trapped, no chance to leave;
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now panic spreads its gory wings,
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you're drowned in sorrow, pain and grief.
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Grey and damp the world is fading
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behind a haze of frozen tears,
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the angels draw the pentagram,
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nebelmond - time of fear.
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Nebelmond
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| Gardens Of Gehenna |
