The End of day, the fading light
falls on the sentinel
In the times of the warriors, swords, blood and honour
When
Once in an age unknown - terrible wars were fought
The
A caress of moonlight (a touch of stars)
It keeps me
Armies from the gates of hell - creatures breathing ash
Massive
The rising terror
Strikes fear into heart of man
A nameless horror
Never
This morning has been born - without light - dim
I am the antichrist - I am divinity - I
Addicted to protoplasmic matter
I avail myself of that wide abundance
For
Night is finally closing in, but I have no fear
In
Empty Streets, constant fear
Faces mist, something's near
Here in this valley
Sunlight ... is fading ... the season ... of blood
He rises from the ashes - he rises from the
The magic seal is broken, to the gates of darknessWith
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