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The sky is black as wings of the raven

The waxing moon casts shadows long

Piercing howls and morbid screams echo through valleys and woodlands grim

Death came at night and set the sky ablaze with axe, spear, sword and shield

Swift as lightning, remorseless as winter's frost, riding on night’s black wings

There is no peace, only cold death

Stalking on the hour of the wolf

Only a faint kiss of the blade to enter the eternal black