The silent willows keep the ancient stone
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hidden behind that cryptic door
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Rituals of terror quake all the ghostland
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the bloody line now paints the cold floor
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The evil pages are almost written
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with the dark poison of flesh an dbones
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Fire is raining on the grey mountains
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Waters are waiting for the last oath
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The way is open... now they are coming
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called by the blasphemous words of the lord
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...and finally the violet waves announce their arrival
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and blood will soon be painting the beloved lamenting
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ocean...
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The way is open... now they are coming
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called by the words... the words of the lord
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Ethereal harmonies spread trough all the air...
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the unreal calm before Elnor´s end...
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