I walk again through these darkened paths As the cold wind blows on my face And the fog creates sinister forms They guide me in the dark night A night as black as Death An iced hand closes my eyes As the frost surrounds me with its obscure shroud NIGHTFROST No moon over me this night Only the dark is real now I stand obsessed by the signs Occult symbols carved in the ground Of this ancient moor They show me the mysteries of the afterlife The way to the knowledge Now i must die to see this... Wandering in the lands of Death I know, i ve seen beyond Untrodden paths, but only in this life I walked them NIGHTFROST
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