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To night the moon will cry

beyond the hateful forest

soon night...night will rise

in a Mantle with frozen snowes...frozen snowes...frozen snowes

I'm alone in a winter night

under the blacken sky

forest is so cold

i can hear the whispers of lost souls

and their mourning for missing graves

i can hear the whispers of lost souls

oh... forest is so cold

behinde the gates of sky

where the sights will be lost

beyond the sacred stars

he has fallen in thorne of the nights

the whispers of lost souls