Bewitched by the wind of the ages, Possessed by the cold gush of the night
Under raven-black skies they practice Blood shame and fornication
With shrill voices they call upon the powers of the Deep
In a circle bound by Grim visions
Carried by the luster of the beast, Embraced by the wings of death
Of the deepest hatred in the blackest of the dark
In a meadow of thorns... Now in the haunting light of the full moon
They nails the angels to earth with soul and body
Chaos reigns over the white domains
Prophecies are fulfilled
Earth stares in a sea of u200bu200bflames

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