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In the mist of the twilight you could see me come

To walk the endless woods alone

The earth is freezing, as I walk it become colder

Forever descending in a place of the moon

Where shadows moves with grotesque eyes, where demons rise

Surrounded by black and mourning moonfog

And the eyes of the dark ones

Sempiternal woods wait only for me, a path opens clearly

The sun no longer rises

Over cold and forgotten valleys

The sun no longer rises

Where I walk and where I come

I believe in tragedies

I believe in desecration

To the north and into eternal winters

To the north in the grip of eternal frost