When the spirits of dark take over my soulI feel
He runs through an old misty moorSurrounded by darkness and
Battlestorm raging on, final ArmageddonCelestial kingdoms burntAngelic entities
War!Time has come for us to riseTo put the holy
We wear the color of the nightWe are the crushers
A snowy owl above the haunted waterspoet of ancient godsCries
As cold wind comes forth from the woods of ever
Toll no bell for me, FatherBut let this cup of
Princess of lustDignity put to dustA virginal sightTheir apple to
Naked in midwinter magicLies an angel in the snow-The frozen
A grand oasis in the vastness of gloomChild of dew-spangled
Dark moon in the horizonA sign of evil returningFire that
All those beautiful peopleI want to have them allAll those
He runs through an old misty moorSurrounded by darkness and
When the shadows veil the pale soilAnd the sun falls
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