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Stars align and fade out of sight

The welkin like a curtain

The gate awaits for us to step through

Into the great unknown

There is a howl on the wind

Straight from the bowels of Hell

And as we close our eyes

That chilling shriek turns our blood to ice

A chariot of gold and fire

Descends down to greet us

Its allure without fail

Chains our souls forever into damnation

There is a howl on the wind

Straight from the bowels of Hell

And as we close our eyes

That chilling shriek turns our blood to ice