Hellchild, be awaken
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time to remember the rules
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the centuries bleed,
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the masters are dead and gone...
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Dance again this winternoght
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past and present shell unite
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run for the burial
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enter the vesper again.
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The rummors suppose
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godforsaken are those
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that will bath in the gloss of whatever...
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Dance again this winternight
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past and present shell unite
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run for the burial
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enter the vesper again.
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OF SCEPTRE the mysteries speak.
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THEIR ASHES in the lande of the lords.
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MAY grounds ban the stones of their head?
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BE one with the spawn of the dead!
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Of Sceptre Their Ashes May Be
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| Dark Millenium |
