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Dusk is mine and it has come with death and pain

All the blackness of these hills exalt my pride

I've carved my sword in the snow towards the sky

Gloomy howlings - wolves want me

Darkened wings - thousand bats hail me

To be their king - I'll slay

Snow-covered land - I've come to rule

Storming... grey castle old... for eternity my home

Ancient walls... no storm could defeat them

This is my first dusk since I died

Wiser, guided by the wolf am I

They are aware of the deep forest

They will forever be my faithful servant

I carve my sword in the snow towards the sky

Take me - castle awaits

Take me - blood is running

We'll light a fire - to hail the moon

We create fire - we'll burn the moon

Ancient am I

Mighty as never before

Enchant the moon

Destroy your soul

... and what was in the ancient past

What they burnt in forgotten days

...And every night will have its will

When the wintermoon arises ...High

My spirit drowns in the abyss of cold stones

Legions of werewolves hail my name

Triumphant, with a scythe in my hand

Laugh, seeing the abyss filled with angels... Dead

Many years passed but I was not aware

of the power that day by day was to recreate my spirit

on this domain, this forgotten domain

the mist will not allow any mortal being

... and what was in the ancient past

What they burnt in forgotten days

...And every night will have its will

When the wintermoon arises... High