| Flames reflects in my eyes
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| The wildness and hate are born
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| I draw the magic signs in the air
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| The pride, act of holy bastards burnt
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| Here’s no more place for them
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| There’s no day, only the moon and the night
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| I turn into ashes all the holyness
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| I destroy the altars of contempt with my sword
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| Then I hide in a blackrain, naked trees
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| The depths of the forests are my home
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| As the wolf I appear this night
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| As the wild dog I’m howling with lust for blood and hunger
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| I’m the warrior of the night obsessed by hell
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| Bringing hate, pain and desire
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| I observe the blackwitches of beauty
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| Protected with the shadow of my sword
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| They gave me the wisdom, fed with blasphemy
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| They assist in my every journey, my heart belongs to them
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| At midnight I call the winds of mayhem
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| The power of the horned evil protects me I see how jesus tears mix with angel’s blood
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| In my visions I observe…
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| How the skies turn to black, with the upcoming fire
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| I’m playing with the view of this night
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| I love the gloomy landscapes of my world
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| Obsessed like an animal, old as the planet
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| I speak words of the ancient knowledge
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| I give you things, which in paradise
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| Could be only a dream… |