| Hunters, Hunted, harmony found in silence
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| Breath the fresh air os the sleeping pinetrees
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| Levitate our thoughts to the high branches
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| Buried under the snow
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| Pure and white as an untouched young women
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| An erotic masquerade of soft promises
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| Elegants and charming are we to their eyes
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| With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool
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| To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls
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| Charming are we to their eyes
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| With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool
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| To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls
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| Oh sweet night we cherish you
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| Let us dance under your glorious black wings
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| Oh sweet night we hear your cries
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| This symphony of tranquility inspiring grand bewitching waltz
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| Oh sweet night we cherish you
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| Les us be thou companions of suffering
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| Oh sweet night we hear your summon
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| This beautiful music brought forth by the wolves hymn
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| Oh sweet night
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| Let us dance under your glorious black wings
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| Oh sweet night
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| This symphony of tranquility inspiring grand bewitching waltz
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| Sumptuous feast of pale virgins
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| Nudes under the gleam of the Silverorb
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| In a foggy glade of a dim mounful forest
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| Rejoicing under the pipes of satyres
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| «Beyond pleasure in this night of erotism
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| Filled with delightful melodies and bloody carresses»
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| To the perfects, we present immortality
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| Enjoint with the powers of the night
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| For the dark gift possess a fondness for beauty
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| Only for those inspiring orgasm on sight
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| Oh sweet night we cherish you
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| Take us toward far off horizons
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| Oh sweet night we heard your call
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| Where dawn is no more, forever lost in time
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| The promised Land of darkness
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| An erotic masquerade of soft promises
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| Elegants and charming are we to their eyes
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| With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool
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| To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls
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| Charming are we to their eyes
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| With unnerving ease those weak beings we fool
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| To satisfy the needs of our blood-hungry souls |