[Lyrics: Astaroth Daemonum]
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Through utter darkness we roam
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And we breathe the air of this autumn evening.
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So bright, the cold breeze fills our hearts with ice
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And we hear the trees whisper and the spirits sing.
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The perfume to smell is full of enchantment
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A warm secret surrounded by cold.
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And these woods are our own eternity
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Under a starry sky in a dream so old.
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Then, nightfall, enthralled by bloodthirst
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An eternal enigma, yet a hymn to those
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Who passionately roam, cloaked by the nightsky.
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Come on Bacchants, let us hunt in sigh.
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"Follow the Night-Hag, when call'd in secret
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Riding through the Air she comes
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Lur'd with the smell of infant blood, to dance
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With Lapland Witches, while the labouring Moon
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Eclipses at their charmes."
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Our crimson quickening, whispering through their veins
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Like the funeral winds whisper through the leaves.
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We will hunt them for eternity, our jewels come forth of their fear
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And we drink their spirits like wine, celebrating their misery.
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...Every night we die in a passionate melancholy...
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A Twilight Serenade
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| Cirith Gorgor |
