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Darkness rises so slowly

when the light fades,

until with frown in my forehead

I walk a desolated path

Arounded by insipid pines

that feed Witches and Goblins,

unholy souls behind me

watch my steps without course.

Dominated by vast hate

that governs my being

Blood desire makes me slave

and tranforms my essence

in a lurking fierce wolf

with cold blood and Metal Heart

with the claw made of steel...

Ready to kill...

...The dark wood, guardian of beasts

(receives) my abominable soul

so I shelter there feeding my anger,

taking weak hearts,

I reduce' em to ashes,

marking their cruel destiny,

in my Hell I make them my eternal slaves.

My eternal slaves!!!