Under the stars during the night, spent in embrace of the winter spirit, while my heart was howling, at blood-red moonlight eternal sorrow devoured me. Bestial aura has risen from my soul and hidden in the dephts of the mighty sky, became grotesque have I like flesh hungry ghoul, possessed by flame of blasphemy. I smashed the chains of endless darkness, while grievous guardian of wood was bleeding, now tears of blood are the blackened river, glorious death-squad within the frozen kingdom... at the whisper of grey trees, I’m swording with razor for the Great Infernal, smell of raw flesh is my doom, with burning abbey being my throne...
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