| I am the fire, the dark flame burning
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| I am the night, a dark shadow soul
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| The one who swallowed the light
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| The one who leads your path
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| Deserted by your own horde, forlorn till the end
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| Fear will set you free, death incarnate
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| Enter the nocturnal pulse, let it consume you
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| Let it lead you over these desolate lands
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| You stigmatize the earth with your presence
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| Leaving only the cold north wind
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| To give birth to the winter
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| I am the darkness, the casket maker
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| I am the cold, the chill down your spine
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| A cursed man with visions of death
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| The night crowned his son, and the casket lowered
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| The poison runs in your veins
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| Pale skin
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| Yet you still crave for more, and more
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| A wish to enter the next state
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| Enter the nocturnal pulse, let it consume you
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| Let it lead you over these desolate lands
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| You stigmatize the earth with your presence
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| Leaving only the cold north wind
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| To give birth to the winter |