| Delightful night…
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| When the fullmoon lights cemetery’s valley
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| Winds of frost strike my tomb
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| When I am in eternal sleep
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| When wild storms dwell
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| Wind blows through the Baltic
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| Instincts unleash the war inside
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| And strike the sky with holocausthunder
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| Mountains sleep, the forest
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| Covers freezing land where I was born
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| Now I walk among the castles
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| Watch the streams of frozen tears
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| Spilled with blood of forefathers
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| Nightbreeze feed my spiritual form
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| And spirits gather, floating on the mist
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| My eastern empires spread the wings of winter
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| Visions of destruction, ruins and tragedies
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| Tasting pure sin, fade into the pit
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| And walk through my beloved, endless woods…
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| I summon all the beauty Evil
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| To rape the bodies of your disciples
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| Too long I hide in the shades of woods…
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| And now I build my beauty Hall
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| Wallachian tyrant, I bring a winter
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| I come with frost and burning hate
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| Follow the Gods of Eastern lands
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| Being the battle which blows the earth |