The day is (always) going away and (the) night covers
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the children of coldness and darkness by it's screen.
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The frozen flame (in) wrath tears the letters...
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The thirst is free and the rivers of blood flow to the unknown.
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Death opens it's gates and the victims fall down to its scarlet lake.
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The ancient cults of blood that give the pleasure
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to the children of the nightmares and cruel reality.
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The awesome castle stands where the flesh is worth a life;
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the blood and the rage unleashed by the master of the night inside.
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The star drops down its light through the gallow loop,
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as nightflower grows in the appointed place.
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One who tasted its bitterness will get immortality,
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and the master will dip him into the stormy waters of blood and chaos.
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The moon drops down the tears of light weeping for the great forests.
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Its gladness is expressed in these drops
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of silence and paradoxical eminence.
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Ancient master!
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Give the power to the children of nightmares and take their gifts.
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And they'll come to your gates (that are) widely opened for them...
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power, eminence, immortality, blood, death and chaos.
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The castle!
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The great castle!
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The shelter for the ones who eternally search and find chaos.
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In it those who give the true history to the world
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and take the stillness from it...
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We are on our road.
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The blood is flowing,
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the heaven is on fire,
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we are awaited by chaos...
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to the gates of blasphemous fire!
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To The Gates Of Blasphemous Fire
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Nokturnal Mortum |