Under the moon pain lays How grow to come starring eyes These Norway Mountains souring hearts To would that shies make it be cry To veil in shade the burden feast For million screeds to love within Strike to darkness, to my heart Seeking in silence wisdom aside I weed you when it stands right under the moon stay in light Time is the pain bound the fate of the night What be in after in your blight Sunlight dying my marching curved off the sky Sunrise dying my marching curved off the soul With the deem with the funeral virtues of pain Coming through the vulture nothing the same Pits of ghost hear my voice feeding me back Torture Demon let pare forever the slainshriek, kill, obey! Torture scrip no reckon blow the piece of your mind Hearting black and destruction on hear real trough
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