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A mortal, in flesh and blood

Brings his warmth

Into this cold vault

Expecting death... and a new life

Bearing the guilt in his chest

Hoping for salvation

Severed the link

Between body and soul,

Mind and spirit

And flesh and bones

Puruluent bite wounds

Mark our victims

As soon as he sets

One foot over the threshold

A portal which connects the worlds

The three kings promised

Eternity and peace

But for a high price

He turned into

An epitome of the night

A servant of the horns

Puruluent bite wounds

Mark our victims

There is no way out

All hopes and dreams

Are lost int he depths

Down the vault of evening

What you are now, we once were;

What you are now, you shall be

What you are now, we once were;

What you are now, you shall be

Out in the landscapes

Of misfortune and solitude

No force will ever defeat him

Pagan Sorcery

Changed his whole existence

Never will he be the same

He turned into

An epitome of the night

A servant of the horns

There is no way out

All hopes and dreams

Are lost int he depths

Down the vault of evening