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Cloud the eager flame of love
and fog the shining gate
This so-called god that dreads above
will never guide our fate
Nightingales above our heads
with haunting chants reply
and so we kill with blood-soaked hands
as they fly by our side
As the sun went down the earth grew cold
the valley echoed with a shivering sound
of Deathlike Silence
"Death has reared himself a throne"
all coward souls are ours
the moon is gleaming bright as sun
deep red paints the flowers
The ceiling of this frosty night
is casting astral spells
as warriors of the unlight
rose in the sounds of Luciferian Bells
Glorious thy night, father of all Evil.

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