| As the Darkness creeps over the Northern mountains of Norway and the
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| silence reach the woods, I awake and rise… Into the night I wander,
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| like many nights before, and like in my dreams, but centuries
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| ago. |
| Under the moon, under the trees. |
| Into the Infinity of Darkness,
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| beyond the light of a new day, into the frozen nature chilly, beyond
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| the warmth of the dying sun. |
| Hear the whispering of the wind, the
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| Shadows calling… I gaze into the moonwhich grants me visions these
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| twelve full moon nights of the year, and for each night the light of the holy disciples fade away. |
| Weaker and weaker, one by one. |
| I gaze
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| into the moon which makes my mind pure as crystal lakes, my eyes cold
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| as the darkest winter nights, by yet there is a flame inside. |
| It guides me into the dark shadows beyond this world, into the infinity
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| of thoughts… thoughts of upcoming reality. |
| In the name of the
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| almighty Emperor I will ride the Lands in pride, carrying the
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| Blacksword at hand, in warfare. |
| I will grind my hatred upon the loved
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| ones. |
| Despair will be brought upon the hoping childs of happiness. |
| Wherever there is joy the hordes of the eclipse will
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| pollute sadness and hate under the reign if fear. |
| The lands will grow
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| black. |
| There is no sunrise yet to come into the wastelands of phantoms
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| lost. |
| May these moments under the moon be eternal. |
| May the infinity
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| haunt me… In Darkness. |