The cold in my hands spread from the ruins,
from the castle's basement till the deepest
thrill of my spirit.
Crawling through the darkness I behold the
night around me, the mournful nature and
their threes with his swaying shadows
behaves me to the dark and silence.
The calm of chaos.

As like as the shadows would whisper
omens of horros, and the chant of the
NightWind through the windows and ruin
towers claims the forth coming storm,
touching the most gelid gust existing on my
spirit.

A blast of spiritual pain showing the last rays
of light whose strenght vanishes forever. A
reign of dark and oblivion surrounded the
landscape, the sky now is restless and
stocked by the Children of the Night.

Oh Shadow Spirit, carry me with thee.
Give me peace in thy majestic Empire in
Darkness.

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