[Poem translation]
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Spring colour my world
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and its soulless body with this hate for life of death
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From the dying snow
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I feel the dripping water reborn my breath
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The first flight of the butterfly
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reminds me about my hate for life
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Stronger death is than love
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for that your destiny is my knife
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Oak, popular, pine and birch,
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alder hear my immortality demand
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leafy white bearded woods
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Hungry I am for his majestic king of the hillsides has
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Grown green again
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Under this rock, under that cliff
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The sparkling frozen burnt
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Mandrake rise now 'cause the beheaded sing
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The heartbeat of the fungus and the anemony
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Will be liquitated
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Earthworms chill in the lichen foggy ground and the
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Insects breathe, evil sprout
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This is the nightfall of the wolf
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Howling blasphemes in the
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Night just like in the past
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I am Megalomania the Diabolic,
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a stormruler of the southern borns
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And I command generation of legions
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in my ultimate magnificence
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I do have no tears, I do have no funcken fear
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On this battle my princess I will be your berseck
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Undress my bride and let us feed upon lust
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My precious whore I'm delighted by your pain
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Oh beloved, trust you must never do
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Your scream is heard but nothing they can do
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Lie upon this mossgrown altar
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and the dewdrops wet will feel your heat
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Be my Bathori, my Nosferatu, my black evil witch
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My delighted disciple
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In your arms I will love
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In your arms I will hate
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Daughter, this sacrifice is for you
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A black shape of Satan
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watches our darkened desires, join him
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As a bat on the black sky
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the shadow of Evil spreads over this world
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Sun won't set you free
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Heading for the dark
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Detta er upprum vonsku
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"Pi engar si grona, under himlen si mork
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Ute I det skona, vid nyvakinad bjork
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Virnattens sista timma, for med sig ditt namn
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Pi detta felt av dimma, forenas vi I gronskans famn
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Endast mine och stjernor, mitt onda beger vet
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Sisom eldens vilda ternor, k+rleken falsk gor dig het
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Mitt viroffer du er, blodet frin ditt vita skote
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Din sjel slits iser, doden dig har kommit til motes"
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Via Dolorosa / My Springnight's Sacrifice
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| Ophthalamia |
