| I am the shadow of your pain in existence
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| You please my nocturnal hunger
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| My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky
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| Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter
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| My nordic witch in freezing appearance
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| She, who’s lust is obediant to me
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| Our seat of blackness lit through glorious rides
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| Over the hills where the norse spirit lies
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| Could she ever bring me what I need?
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| Oh, what candle wouldn’t I burn?
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| Will the earthly eclipse ever be?
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| How many times wouldn’t I die?
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| I who can see through my right eye with my left
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| I will regain my sorrow throughout the centuries
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| The children of Christ — Oh, what humble creatures
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| Not even worthy to serve my enemies
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| What pleasure would I take
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| In crushing the voice of God
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| THe horizons of death please my black eyes
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| Ever will thou be there
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| You whom spirit is in my soul
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| And you who bring forth all misery
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| Oh you, my black witch
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| You please my hunger for the night
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| I am the shadow of your pain in existence
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| You please my nocturnal hunger
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| My hunger for the black moons arise from the white sky
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| Unlighted by the frozen fires of winter |