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The hate that flowed by my veins
is so cold as the air of the forest
that forest that make me his slave
and bewitch me with his mystic fog
with his trees downfalled
with his leals freeze
with the whispers of his jackals
with the echoe of his burrow

I am the chosen one
I am the feasting to the lord of the beast


I wait with anxiety his comming
like the ravens waiting the flesh
like the wolves waiting the blood
like the wanted black veil
wich cover the carpathian to fallen the night...
so cold that broke my bones
and dry my lips...
as the flagellant air of the forest
that reap my eyes with the anxiety tears
to feel the coming of the devil...


It invade myself, it rend my heart
I feel the immortality like coal of fire
I know that my dream hace become reality

A dream of Blood in Carpathian....

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