| Through Centuries of sorrows I have wandered
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| With the Moonchildren have I searched
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| In the black and sour soil I have dug deeper
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| Possessed by a quest, to find truth in forgotten myths
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| To find the sea of power
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| This well where the Wolfeheart drinks
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| My thirst has been a nail in my skull
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| But behold!
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| This is my victory over the mortals
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| I will dive in the the Goddess' lake
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| For an everlasting beautiful moment I am in ecstacy
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| Wrapped in darkness, I am one with the night
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| Deep in the frosty fog I hear voices
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| They are calling my name — greeting me
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| «Come with us — be ours.»
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| «Join this perverted dance of the night.»
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| «Listen to out symphony — a rhapsody in black.»
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| Their choir enchants me as I am being lifted
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| High on the bloodstained wings — they guide me
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| The earth and sky is no longer any limit
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| Through dark ages
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| I see witches burn and warriors with blood on their steel
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| Plague and ashes
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| I see kingdoms rise — built on flesh- so weak
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| It is beyond this that my quest ends
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| I have entered my long lost throne
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| It is neither black, no white — pure power
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| The key has been found, and I now can return…
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| Or stay forever… |