Moods of blackened lust
(The) end embrace the trees
Hanger grows 'till dusk
Slowly blood will freeze

Maskes in their eyes
Before their skin turns pale
No one hears their cries
No one remains...

...'Cause the evil broke the chains of god...

Blue septime winters
Lakes of whispering death
Shadows growing and devouring daylight
As the crystalled ground turns red...

...Blue septime winters they shall never forget...

These are times of evil
Full pain and suffering
Wounds of squirting blood

Gratify your thoughts and be free...

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