From beyond come the storms
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Landscapes turn to ash before my pressured eyes
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Nothingness turns to nothingness
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And my imagination fades like dustclouds over
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This deserted land feel to now satyricon
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Wonder how stormclouds rage
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And all you can feel is the cold winds of
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Funeral times, timeless they are
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He saw lived and died
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In these dreams of demons
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Wondering how he could open the gate to
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Dark medieval times and bring forth to the domains
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of satyricon, two great spears and a flag of dominion
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And hate
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Above it all creations fall
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Living for the quest and the search
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Dying for the key, living for the domains
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Arise northern spirit and come forth under
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The might of the castle satyricon
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Dominions Of Satyricon
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Satyricon |