In Dreams and Visions I Saw the Beast Rise againIn
In Dewy Fields of an Autumnal yet Springful AgeA Forest
Soaked in Darkest LightsDeep in his Soul - His Shallow
Once upon a Time in a Medieval Legendary WorldIn late
A Lonesome Wind Entered the Pits of my DreamsSwept my
Death Takes ém all...I am the Hater!The Sin of God,
Under Banners of Baalzathorn We Ride Towards the DawnHold your
(Voice:)"...In a December Night Cold and CalmAt the Cliff of
The Statues Echoes through the Halls of Baalzathorn long ForlornUnholy
Somewhere Beyond the Frozen Moors in the Highest NorthWhere only
In Hundred Days they SailedTowards Grandious Battles far AwayWith Swords
Bloodstained Lips Drawn Back From teethTo Reveal a Wide Humourless
(Voice:)"...The Soulside Awakes...Closing Down the Flesh..."Upwards a Shimmering
Threehundred and Six Years after his DeathStrangers From the Distant
(First verses are real chantings - not to be published)Shadows
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