In an arcade of woods in a sombre forest
I rise
I hail you, king of the night
in your name I
"Inside my chamber illuminated by candlelight
The unholy shadows of
Though I search the key
To open the eternal kingdom
A world
In the forest of broken crosses
The aryan wind has blown
The
Moist walls, embraced by putrid stench
Dark hallways, where echoe silent
This sunless landscape of my realm before my eyes
Like and
Frozen woods holding within the wisdom
Forbidden spirit of war and
Mountainsides clad in cold mist
Damned land of mortal terror
Ghastly temples
Sieg Heil! The sign of our cross rises
The age of
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