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Black Candle's Dim Light
Dark winter again and freezing grimly,
To my endless forest realm.
Hidden by the misty fog
A desire to prevail this land again.
Death in your eyes is the beast ı am.
I am standing on the mighty hills with my sword
As the darkened centruies before the light.
To refresh the bloodriver on my swordblade.
I call the spirits of thousand cemetaries,
To gather again then spill blood in battlefields.
I call the hell�s infernal seven winds,
To blow again,then bring enemy to the deepest abyss.
I sit on my black throne and look to the black clouds
As the times after the war and drink the cursed blood
Of enemies from the skull-shaped chalice.
Only light is candles�,thousand candles�
Black candles and their dim light,
Dancing on grey cold stones of infernal halls.
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