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Strong as the fist of winter’s wrath

Known to thy purgatory of spirits

I have walked the pathway to the stars

The road to forgotten wisdom

I drink the blood of gods

Feasting on the flesh becoming life

Throats open wide, immortal tide

Your blood gives me power

From the depths of my hunger

My heart is ice

The life of a noble virgin

The glistening at her throat

Stolen by the lust which lingers

In my lucid chamber of visions

Where that shadow fades

He pale skin lights the dark

Her darkness snuffs the light

Clouded by the storms of anger

That reign upon misanthropy’s fields

Born in the root of a dark need…

The blood, Pagan blood – Glistens in the chalice

Like the Aryan soul, in blue Celtic eyes

In the tree of the pure unholy bloodline