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The snow falls from the moon

The winter is arriving

All the forest trees

Seem gloomy phantomas on the night

Full of desperation

Horrible visions see my eyes

My blood frays with the candor of the snow

Desperation on this time of deep melancholy

The sky's turning black

The death shows its power

Shouting to the sky

I fill my soul of hate

This sad winter wood will be my grave

The snow falls here

And washes all my soul

My bloody mouth

That screams and cries its tormented pain

The smell of death is everywhere

Black winds reap my soul

As the voice of the night

Whispers my name

Black roses, they adorn my grave

And the obscure light of the moon

Illuminates my bruise face