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You can call my name: Sárkány!

I’ll set you free from this dreaded, black tomb…

For I desire to quit at last

This putrid womb where nightmares are conceived!

Hate yearning for release shall be the key

To setting us both free!

No longer should you fear Judgement’s toll

And its cruel fires that shall petrify…

If only you would bend the knee!

From the bay of Yss a ship with amber sails can brave the sundering waves

Of murk that separate us from the realm above,

Traversing secret aerial ways, leading to the living flame:

The sunrise I’ve dreamt for nights on end –

Yet, too, I fear; for light spells doom for me!

Unless you dyed the sun red for my sake

Thus, then I could reign as god in skies of the twin worlds!

Inter me in thy flesh-form and thou shalt know the taste of power:

A wolf amongst the flock – Afraid no more, come, pick your kills

And even feast on blood of gods!

Mania churns inside a heart diseased with violent appetites!

Α wolf amongst the flock – afraid no more, cleave to what you crave:

They who wrought thy hell shall pay! Grim trophies torn from their pathetic hides

Shall soon gild thy heaving breast as triumphant laughter rakes you to the core!

Follow me to the shores of freedom

Where Salvation lies a bloodbath away!

The Dawn Courser sails into the unknown

Where the sun always turns to blood!