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Why it is raining in blood
Why the birds are rending the eyes
Why the flame is cold
Why soul is calling upon evil.

You stand on the mountain at midnight
A cold wind of demons rends your soul
Thousand of stars are reflected in your eyes
The infinity of black horizont calls you upon...

The last sunset
The last pain
In your eyes

The last word
The last howl
from your inside.

You think you falling into the abyss
A cold fire burns your inside
Thousand of remembrances fly past in an instant
But that's already not your memory.

The pain streams in your veins
Huge number of silver moon's rays
Rends the mind into a lot of small parts
Exterminating your old beeing.

Your howl - that's the pain of Beast
You call the night, you call the darkness
Your eyes - that's the gates of evil
You call liberty, you call the death.

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