| A neigh of a horse echoes under the moon
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| Evil spirits of forest start rustling
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| The horse is waiting for the owner
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| Looks anticipating tonight’s hunting
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| A ripple slowly runs from the center of the lake
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| Lit up by the moonlight
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| Then, at the moment the ripple is reaching the waterside
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| The lake suddenly turns into bloody red
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| The rusty odour
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| The disgusting evil
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| The freezing air
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| The silence and the black moon reflected on the lake
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| The knight of blood, the hunter of darkness
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| Those who don’t accept the sacred
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| Those who act in the night
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| The black helmet, the black armour
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| The angel of darkness and death
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| As evil spirits of forest start dancing
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| The knight appears out of the lake
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| Standing at the waterside and soaked with blood
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| He is dimly lit by the moonlight
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| The horse is drinking the blood from the lake
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| The knight walks to him to mount
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| Getting a sword out and glancing at the moon
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| He runs the horse, looking for prey and blood
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| There are tombs for those hunted, but no bodies beneath them
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| Stabbed by the knight, the preys are taken away as they are
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| The bodies are thrwon into the lake
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| They turn into the new blood of the lake
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| Which satisfies the knight
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| The glorious neigh and the sword craft attract those who see them
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| A the very moment, the sword gives a sweet pain
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| The one who brings the pain to the earth from the hell
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| The momentary death from the knight becomes the eternal pain in the hell |