In the deep of lonely forests Where the life ends Far away from living beings Where the darkness touches me The song of evil souls is heard I feel the other world is close Where I belong During my damned wandering The end has already gleamed in front of me A voice bursts forth from the deep silence inside The Satan is calling me to follow him I do this with a cold heart As I arrived to the end of my road I step over the gate Which leads to the infinite Where my eyes may open And my hatred may fulfill itself
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