cold earth
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blackened souls blessed by eternity dwelling under unholy ground forbidden thoughts and dreams provided by strong storms of bold beliefs and black souls of immortality the demons are dancing
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creeping on the path clinging to the fairytale which the call religion they are slayed by our demons of war and hurling storms these are human creatures of a filthy and weak kind
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as we crawl up and out
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of our cold earth with blood
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on our hands and faces
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we greet our brothers
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with horned wings and cold minds
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the dwelling and feeding
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it is complete
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now we rise
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...And So The Night Became
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| Aeternus |
