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Long are winter’s nights ; I am longing for it.

Shades of a crimson sky; yet unseen

Winds roar the earth with their insolent reign ; upon

us ; we will crawl

Mist hearken ;the heavy burden of my soul ; the birth of gale

The birth of gale and the flood will start

The gale may cleanse these waters , that devours this unseen light

As a faceless void on the earth.

The gale may drawn us all , in the bottom of this tranquil sea.

Behold it’s might and wrath , behold the gale.

My star is fading away ; I can’t see

Shape of a dying core. ; shape of a dying sun

Unsilent winds will show the way through darkness

Unleash the storms ; the great endeavour of yours ; the birth of gale

Underneath the blood red moon, the gale will strike

Underneath the blood red moon

Shadows covered by hallowed trees

In between of unsilent storms

Down beneath among the mist and wrath of gale

Long are the winter’s night; I am longing for it

Shades of a blood red moon ; yet unseen

Storms hail the barren soil of the earth

Into this empty shell , into this empty world ;