| Enwrapped by darkness and spirits the sorcerer prepares an offering to his
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| master
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| He stands high above the pathetic mortals who treads the withering earth
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| -trees shall bow, humans shall kneel, kings shall crawl nor god will stand
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| With a thousand sins he summons all demons of the eternal flames to come forth
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| He raise his dagger towards the sky and makes a gesture of a circle and a star
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| He speaks unholy words as the sky split open with thunder and lightning
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| «Exalted of this vision he starts to scream with pride in his voice as he
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| approach the virgin, lying down inside the circle of candles
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| He reels the unholy words as he stabs her young and pure heart
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| The crimson blood is flowing so beautiful, tears from her innocent eyes
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| silently falls one last time as her life slowly fades away to vanish into this
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| night…
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| …night divine»
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| «from order to chaos, from the light to the night
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| The blood of a virgin I offer you, take this humble offering
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| Take my soul grant me my immortality»
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| Legions-shadowed by their emperor
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| Grabs his soul and tear him apart
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| Death whisper in his ears: «come to me and stay forever»
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| — and the scythe of death clutch his life
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| The sun has risen for the last time… Night Divine |