| Giving you the strength
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| They stole to your existence.
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| See the curse of your kindreds
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| Doomed to live with a frigthening secret for centuries
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| Prey that the hunters which pass trough the forest
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| Won’t notice your spoors
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| Cruel is the spirit of who tries the anger
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| faithless is the hand of who fear the scrape on his chest.
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| Don’t look behind your back!
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| Torches of rage and despair
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| A neverending escape
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| Beyond the ages!
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| Comes from the forest
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| Roaming among the graves
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| To hide
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| His clothes
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| Into the Zauberkreis!
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| From time immemorial
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| the Necromancer’s hand
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| rises up to the sky to spread
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| the Versipellis course!
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| Don’t look behind your back!
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| Torches of rage and despair
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| A neverending escape
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| Beyond the ages!
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| Comes from the West
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| pouncing on rodents
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| to serve his punishment
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| the Eagleman!
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| His arms turn into wings
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| dark mud covers his claws
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| every man for himself!
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| The victims shreds are hanging from his beak!
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| Strigae!
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| Sing your deadly chant!
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| Elegy of the last faithful souls
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| To lunar cults!
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| Comrades!
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| Follow the white steer!
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| Together with demons and fiends
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| Through Erchitu’s path
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| Beyond the highest trees
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| Where Vertumnus marks the sky
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| A whirlwind of sand and dust
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| Absorbs my crying
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| Unchained among the crowd
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| My nails will hug your helpless heart
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| Descent to the rotten cleft
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| Where the harpies pricks your mind
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| Biting the flesh with cruelty and rage!
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| Your muzzle lays down to the moon!
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| E rough fur covers yours arms!
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| The horde of rabid souls
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| scattered among mankind
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| They live on the fears of heroes and men
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| moved by the Versipellis hunger! |