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The clod of the altar and cool breeze of wind
Closed in on him at the winter night
Too small to run away, son I'm waiting
For the morning.

Destiny on the edge of the edge of the knifed
Held in my hand.

Makes a turn and blood spills everywhere pity is
for those with limp souls I will not stain
This secret lawn with tears I made my sacrifice
To the lord of light and the dark human hearts
Devils gods had thanked using wolf mouths
Death is Motter, Lucifer is my Father.

The ancient powers of the night will serve you
Throe Trault Time...

He who holds the light
Forgotten by the mob
The king of files and people
Accept this sacrifice begotten in the pentagram
Open the hades gates, receive your prose with
Honor toy will be his master, he will be your knight.

How you fear to do it
You, in love with the cross in your rooms
Kiss the knife and lower it
Your son with the real baptism in years passed
Blood will be the life, sleep will be full fillment.

Time is only a broken watch
And death is a cage without a lock
The stray crown will lax on his forehead
The silver moon sword will strike
And the heavens will fall.

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