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Spilt Blod And Brente KnoklerEverything is so dead, in the land of our master.Everything's so red, of blood. This land empty of life It's always night It's always cold Everything is so old Dark thoughts slips through our mind When we drink of your blood tasting wine Lord of darkness, hear us We call to you through their suffering. Take your power and grow strong We shall stand by you. We are ready, just waiting for your sign. With your darkness we'll make them blind In the shadows we belong Like the frosty moon among Let our night embrace you Let our horrors awake you From you life and down to the abyss where you belong |