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The day is (always) going away and (the) night covers. the children of coldness and darkness by it's screen.. The frozen flame (in) wrath tears the letters....
Hey baby I'm a Time Machine. with broken circuits, well I guess. it's better that way. . Hey baby I'm a Time Machine. with broken circuits, well I guess.
She keeps coming back from the unknown. to find the line between the cliff and solid rock. . Like a bone that hurts while growing. when it cracks you might feel lost.
To be the God - to be the Man,. to be the power - not to be a slave.. To be the Fire - to be the Hell,. to be the Ice - not to be the wave.. To be the Chaos - to be the Blackness,.
the blood is in wolf footprint. the hunter has won his hunger. his howling is heard in the night. among the mist and the moonlight. the sound of the huge trembita.
Come with me wander. on the desert through the night. where no one's anything. but everything is one. . Barking and growling. to the Moon behind the Sky.
Glass of wine, cuddle close to the fire. 'cause this old town owes you a break,. to understand what's coming after. you gotta lay on the back of your head.
[Music: Knjaz Varggoth, Saturious / Lyrics: Knjaz Varggoth]. . The Blood is in Wolf Footprint. The Hunter Has Won His Hunger. His Howling Is Heard In The Night.
The thunder of the drums is heard and cattle herds are driving back.. Sunset is driving near,. The heat of hoofs - all around melt away. in the shaggy beard of great and wise elder sunset..
Life goes on.... but I guess I can stop it sometimes oh. when it flows.... somehow time doesn't matter at all. . Ahh. . Time goes on.... but I know I can twist it around.
the voice calling me into darkness,. open the gates through which I'll leave. the call of the ancient blood calls me to fight. the call of slavonic blood.
Are you looking for love?. I don't think that's the case. If you wanna have good fun. you've come to the right place. . All the stuff that seemed to matter.
The bitterness was born in a soul thrusting the Atame sacrifice,. the "Book Of Shadows" is opened, we're waiting. for the full-moon's arrival - we're celebrating the thirteenth Asbath..
Go away day, give everything to the queen of the night. laying in the cold land and waiting for the full-moon (to come).. I see the leaving of life as a sweet dream..
...the wind blows through my hair. the sun hasn't risen above this field yet. the eye of the moon stares at my face. the fear left me long ago. the army is sleeping:.
stick the knife into the crucifixion. let the bastard's blood wash our hands. the heavens are crying. and the bloody rain is drowning the earth. oh you! the knjaz of forest!.
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