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Walking to the next Aeon

Moon is blinding Bright

On the Path of Unholy Desire

Through the blackened Sorrow

I seek the inferno and candles

Burning for the heart of massacre

Killing through the eyes of Satan

For About 1000 Days of War

The Wind is Blowing

Black Clouds Running

The Fog is Howling

Snowflakes falling Suddenly

The Storm is Rolling

Satan is Calling

The Fire is Burning

Blackness arrives

Stranded Alone

In the Blackness of Fog

Marching Slowly in the Mist of time

Of Sodom Chaos Gods

Destruct the lights upon thy Aeon

To become the one of all

Blood Spills from the trees

Hell is just a illusion

The candles comes to my rage

My Call is getting Colder

From the Northern Distance

The Storm is just the Beginning

Maggots run in fear

A vision that is satisfying

In the Blackness of The Apocalypse

Rages to the Next Aeon.