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The fog thickens

Darkness falls

Evil slumbers

The forest calls

Out here in the devil's domain

Through a murky, pale forest

Angels run, angels fly

Out of my own graveyard

I gaze under the cold wind

The angel's flight thins the fog

I drink of the moon's cold,

Pale light and praise Satan's sun

A cruel malice seeps in and fills body and soul

A sky of ghosts

Torture and hate

The fog thickens

Darkness falls

Evil slumbers

The forest calls

Let me forever serve the 72 fallen

In the cold dark well of the sly black ones

Worthy, I am proclaimed as the unholy trinity's scald

"When hell calls your name there is no way back"

The fog thickens

Darkness falls

Evil slumbers

The forest calls