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The cold in my hands spread from the ruins,

from the castle's basement till the deepest

thrill of my spirit.

Crawling through the darkness I behold the

night around me, the mournful nature and

their threes with his swaying shadows

behaves me to the dark and silence.

The calm of chaos.

As like as the shadows would whisper

omens of horros, and the chant of the

NightWind through the windows and ruin

towers claims the forth coming storm,

touching the most gelid gust existing on my

spirit.

A blast of spiritual pain showing the last rays

of light whose strenght vanishes forever. A

reign of dark and oblivion surrounded the

landscape, the sky now is restless and

stocked by the Children of the Night.

Oh Shadow Spirit, carry me with thee.

Give me peace in thy majestic Empire in

Darkness.