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Born as an ecstasy of black
inborn with minds of depressing fate
lost in the shadow of the twilight
attracted by spite of sinister calm
the lurid manifestation of the black
a ground untouched by moonshine
confront my steps at the path of infinity
the atmosphere of lurid blackness fills the mind
as a lust of the promised grace,
the winds blow cold in my face
stare towards the silent lakelet
to the forest of the unknown shades

These shades brought by the winds of lust
leaded by their sins
as a hall of gathering souls
with a performance of sins within
......Unborn Woods in Doom......

Created in the birth of ages
when the holy book had unformed pages
where the soul of a man is nothing
but a shade which is next to fade
as a lust of the promised life,
the winds blow cold in my face

These shades brought by the winds of lust
leaded by their sins
as a hall of gathering souls
with a performance of sins within
......Unborn Woods in Doom......

Confront my steps at the path of infinity
the atmosphere of lurid blackness fills the mind
as a lust of the promised grace,
the winds blow cold in my face

These shades brought by the winds of lust
leaded by their sins
as a hall of gathering souls
with a performance of sins within

Knowing that life is about to defy
the sun of tomorrow shall never open it's eye

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