| Cold Winter Dusk, walking between the mist
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| I cross paths and ways under my candlelight.
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| As I arrive at my dwelling, I see them above it,
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| Black ravenstake off, a bad omen comes with me.
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| Day after day I see them, with their never-ending flight.
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| Sad howling wolfs also begun to resound.
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| I know what my destiny is, dead omen surrounds me,
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| my last travel will soon start.
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| Three days in a role, dog andwolf howls
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| confirm my tears and announce my end.
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| In know that soon I´ll die, and there´s nothing
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| I can do unless prepare myself for eternal rest.
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| I feel weak, tired and feeble,
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| a strong stench of wax announces their presence,
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| they come to give me the candle that soon they´ll take
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| and I´m lying, waiting my end.
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| Dawn has arrived, black ravens take off,
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| guiding my soul in its last travel.
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| When black ravens take off, announce my end,
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| when black ravens take off, I´ll be dead. |