The daylight is drying up in the dusky mysterious veils.
These are the ancient woodsThose cover the secretsThe little spirits,
The land is torn apart by discord. Wars and epidemics
High mighty mountains, deep extensive valleys.Covered by snow, icy winds.Lifeles
Cries in the night, apparations in your mind.Flight through your
Do you hear the cries those tear the silence of
What do you feel in the blackness of night.The coat
Helpless she flies through the darkness over the abyss of
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The church is a whore of revelationGins and vices rule
I bring you life, I bring you death.Moments of happiness,
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