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Born in the age of the black sun

when the wrath of the infernal forces

consumed all light and soul

in a world without feelings.

A brutal battle in the thick fog

brown enemy souls with blood

in the silence of the cold winter night

in the forest of crooked trunks

and the old gray wolves

before the heartbreaking song of the raven.

The roars of thunder

from cold and warm clouds

increase the wrath of the dark hordes

offering the blood of the opponents

kneeling before the black flame

that bums on the horizon

among the lunar fog as a sign of doom.