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By the Breath of the Murder

The Thrones are Raised

With the Storms of this Infinite Ocean

They are Washed in the Wailing Roar,

In these falling Waves…

The Flight of Your Ravens

Above the Mountainchains of these Shores

Where the Drops Of My Aura

Would be Immortalized in the Stone

Monumentized in the Fires

Besung in the Hymns of the Frost

Whirling the endless Snows up

To disturb the Silence

Of the Winter Dead

Those Savage Songs

To Poetize the Spirit

The Sails will Embrace those Burning Remains

Where the Thought Still Glares

As the Purest of Krystalls

Among the Ashes of the Soul

Waves are Crushing the Cliffs

Tearing Apart By the Will

The Stone Carcass of Eternity

With the Depths I Would Feed my Mind