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A symptom of pure evil

Black as thy nightly shades

And as pale as the jaws

Of thy beasts of prey

The contract of darkness

Is signed under force

I herald your name

As you ride with the storms

Lord of the shadows

I prepare your coming

To the realm of the weak

With cold spell you?re roaming

Feared and hated

With you I became

With my breath I spread

Your burning black Flame!!!

Make no differences between wrong or right

Give no damn for sense or reason

Oh Master, you are the only truth thats sure

For you are the end of all of life?s treason

Death bless you all feeble humans

He's the only honour

That existence will grant you, scum!