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The water of the sacred lake beside me

Eerily glowing in the dusk of my life

My agony understood not by the sun,

Nor the moon

From the darkness I found my face

Shamans, my ancestors' bloodline

Have always come here to die

From beneath the waves they whisper to me

Of the secrets learned in death

With me I carry a stone

Hidden, forgotten and cursed

To the depths of woe

Like my forefathers before me

This world wasn't for them

To live, to breathe or to rule

They were drawn by a voice

Silent as darkness itself

That voice belongs to Satan

The silent master of my soul

In his footsteps I pass

In to the watery graves