| … With a little fear I kiss the moonlight
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| How exciting is the thought
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| About having a taste of your kingdom
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| Which wakes up to life, at night…
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| When the servants carry me to the gates of Helevorn
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| Dreams about unlimited dimensions
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| Float over Thy Golden Palace
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| Snowcovered majesty, damned
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| In nocturnal solitude I pace, deeper into virgin forest
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| Among sadness and depressive thoughts
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| Visit firmaments of dead nature
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| In the glare of black mirror, asleep
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| Forgotten temples of gods of forests
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| Welcoming the son of godly Teuton, father of fathers
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| The source of the deepest darkness and magic
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| The mightiest emperor, comrade of war
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| Forgotten temples of forests
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| Welcoming Teuton, father of fathers
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| The source of magic
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| The mightiest emperor, comrade of war
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| With blessings I join the caravan of my brothers
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| Like a thunder I strike into the Jehova’s armies
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| I dance with holocauststorms in this battle
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| I set the holy fire of aurora borealis
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| This fire, this flame, this redness, live forever…
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| Live forever… |