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Dark tombstones are at standstill, six silhouettes of stone
And a statue in the middle, guarding the living bone

“Release my body and free my will.
End my suffering and let me die”

Trees hear the spectral moaning, those silent figures so old,
Shed their leaves when freezing, but moon is bright and cold.

“Mine olen heluetiste. Minu welgolin on se, ioca on Perchelet uastaan riconut.
Teste iohtuen mine olen teiden tykenen ia costan teiden ricoxet”

And land wiped by silence, where ancient figures dwell
The land of graves and tombstones went black with crescent moon.

So came the winters with northern winds,
And the nocturnal gale will freeze the earth.
Breezes so frigid tremble the trees, and the
Hailstorms trespass the shelter of limbs.

Those cursed souls under blanket of ice,
Imprisoned by statue from hell, and entangled
To by the frozen roots, cry out their torment in eternal night

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