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Under the light ov a blood red full moon, amidst the fires ov the Devil.

Within the darkest ov deathly forests I taste the odour ov putrid breath, ghostly voices speak to me in foreboding speech.

Carried upon the cold winds ov the grimmest burial moors, I hear the chiors ov demons.

They call thy name,they summon the blackest ov winters, bringing with them a tempest ov frozen oblivion storms.

Voices that raise the dead from their eternal slumber, bringing forth the army ov undead.

An acursed devilish horde.

Upon winds ov eternal nightmare apparitions ov the dead that dance under the light ov a blood red full moon, amidst the fires ov the Devil’s flaming shadow.

Between realms ov the dammed, I walk in torment, lost to the world ov the living, my soul now an undead being.

Forever I transcend, through the veil ov disembodied,infernal horrifying unearthly dreams.

Upon winds ov eternal nightmare, apparitions ov the dead that dance, under the light ov a blood red full moon, amidst the fires ov the Devil’s flaming shadow.