Hollow voices surround the space around the cromlech
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In evil tongues they speak, grim are their aims
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The storm rages near, ruthless in it's anger
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The prophecy once spoken now should be fulfilled...
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The altar of invocation awaits it's victim
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Whispering once forgotten prayers, forbidden and concealed
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Abyssic spirits haunt the hellish winds among the solitary virtue
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The last chronicle is finally revealed...
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Through vast enchanting woods I stray in pride
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Lamentation of pure bestiality,
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Emptiness, my beloved and scarlet bride
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Bleeding, starving - among symbolic immortality...
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Child of sunset, descendant of lunar tribes
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Darkness was upon the mystic birth of my funeral
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Cold and senseless grave became my shining bed
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As I began my quest towards twilight, the ever-first and primeval...
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Anxious visions, danse macabre of universal mind
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Woe to you, dwellers of this once so peaceful planet!
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The blackened shadows grow longer and longer, night by night,
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As the ensemble of pre-apocalyptic silence...
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Time has stopped and the sunlight ceased
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Awakened is the lord with horns, mighty messenger of darkness
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For the Dark Reign comes forth the Tellus...
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Descending through the space, riding the icewinds
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Grotesque demon army, enormous in it's number
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Has come to conquer and enslave,
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To burn the sinistrous wastelands out of earth
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And await the fall of their gods...
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Imperium Tenebrarum
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Rossomahaar |