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Entering in the past

Forest of memories

Returning to nightmare

Traumatized and lost

Head unrepaired

Covenant, forest, invocation, Dancing on death rhythm.

belial soul, a sinner.

I have left is to walk through dark and gloomy valley of death

abyss cold and dark, where I will suffer forever

Empty, look expressionless

Dark, taken by the darkness

About BloodMoon Desire for meat, smell of death