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Darkness is falling in the valley of the dead

where death and beauty are wielding. The light

of the moon is reflecting in the water. Where

sparkling faires are playing the hymn of the

night, and dark guises of dead glide smoothly

on their way to eternity. But the light wich

is leading them darkens by the black throne,

wich is keeping them imprisoned in the night,

and never again they will see the beauty. Wich

is showing her face in the light of day, for

dawn is on its way and it's too late. The

morning shapes are trapped in eternity.

In the light of the dark...

In the valley of the dead...