The gray wind heats my face, and pestilence that I smell moving me, death I bring, death I leave seems to whisper and my soul back to feeling lost.
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Whimpering souls lash my body, dragged by the dark ancestral wind.
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If this was a dream I don't want to awake, still its memory will be impossible to drag.
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Darkness, Swallows - me!... Darkness, Swallows - me!
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Now the truth is accepted by me, only remains resignation, everything arond me lost its colour I'm one more soul dragged by the gray wind.
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Darkness, Swallows - Me
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| Vampiria |
